Because I am sick of a destination may
elected to take roads that do not really take anything for turning
melancholic melodies with the same sad as ever ...
If that redemption comes maybe someday (soon)
if perhaps this time spent on worthy causes I have the reward
maybe everything would be so variable.
Because everything is so monotone
that everything is a garden of eden
neglected for years, maybe this heroic cry would go. Martyr
harmony kamikaze
conformism.
