| Concrete blocks the horizon. | |
| Dark clouds ascend. | |
| Shadows all around. | |
| All sight is lost. | |
| This thick obstruction, yet limitless is the gaze. | |
| Grey stares, watching while climbed, collapse! | |
| Faces tell stories. | |
| It won't be long now. | |
| Rebirth close to grips. | |
| Upon realising the state of self-being, primitive reactions converge in perfect unison. | |
| This long lost shelter built. | |
| Deserted, it's functions obsolete. | |
| The travelling commences, horizon expands. | |
| Dragging all trails towards itself by a thread. | |
| Velocity increasing, cornerstones embrace. | |
| A foreign reality of complex entity. | |
| Disarranged thoughts. | |
| A soul not to define. | |
| But this soul's not lost when connections decline. | |
| Prevalent thoughts of rejection. | |
| Life can't be the way it was. | |
| Struggle for perfection. | |
| Moving onwards, but this pursuit is the cause . | |
| Passing through the horizon. | |
| Barriers broken, facing forward. | |
| A breach formed within. | |
| Focussed on what's more to come. | |
| Drawn towards lands unknown. | |
| Experience gained intensely, from various perspectives, of what's done and left behind. |