Remember the Days!

Gallop away from your lowly terrain,
Like a unicorn through the shiny woodlands,

To the world of freedom yet inhibitions

of music yet subtle silence,
of mirth yet melancholy,
of love yet sin,
of desires yet shackles.

Paradoxical blood runs in your vein, as the metaphors slowly kill themselves,

You lack desire, passion, and run behind that shiny truck, the popular truck.
To miffed by the words of the worthless, you tread softly on the red carpet of your destiny!
What's all this worth?

The iridescent air gently rises, silently wishes your stupor was a string of the past.

Do you hear the music whispering the song of the morning, the morning when crimson tinge flushes Dawn's pale attire.

Listen, and remember the days!