Sweet emotions, dark desire, untold fantasy, astray are we being led,
Hope and brightness, enriching and enlightening, my dead soul is being fed.
Powerless against the forces of nature, a lost battle are we fighting,
To conquer, to destroy, to rise above or sink underneath, will it ever be slighting?
Unfazed against all odds, unashamed towards bliss, as comforting as it can be,
What should i make of my appeal and silent plea?
Unanswered questions hovering above,
Unquestionable answers we can't acknowledge thereof.
Set in space, threwn with restrictions, this tide is yet rising,
Hoping against hope should it not be chastising.