| Write me off, I'm going south for the year | |
| So take me there, off the map, | |
| That no one else could scale. | |
| You sat me down, showed me the aeriels that resonate the skies | |
| In between the visual lines, encompassing pines | |
| In the greenery commons | |
| Is it pressed in a book | |
| A history unknown | |
| An isle of concentrated mineral | |
| In elapsed time | |
| Directions to locate the fountain of karats | |
| The sight of gold. | |
| They sat me down on a point | |
| And my eyes looked up in texture | |
| The illuminating brim | |
| A solid trilogy circle | |
| Embedded in the rock orbital | |
| When I'm gone you know where you find me: here. | |
| It was immaculate in its beauty | |
| A thousand words could never describe the colored brights | |
| Forever, to a shore, | |
| Where you can dig the earth and let it run through your hands. | |
| As deep as it will glow | |
| We savored the last hour with the turning of the sun. | |
| A visual shrine | |
| Existing with electronic lines | |
| An inseparable sign | |
| Intertwined with the corkscrewed | |
| Manifested woman | |
| In front of me, toxicity | |
| In front of me, she barely stood | |
| Take me there. | |
| It was immaculate in its beauty a thousand words | |
| Could never describe the colored brights | |
| Forever, to a shore. |