There are moments where you so want to scream and just be all out.
Yet life does not work that way anymore.
It does not look so so unknown.
The mystery shrouding is slowly unfolding.
It does not dictates nor beg.
It doesn't, oh it doesn't.
For now, all is seen. Then,
Every day I die to be alive again with this view in mind.
Through the changing of the sun
My heart leap and never sleeps.
There are moments where I so want to scream to keep it all in.
