Still Hope

Strolling headbound through contemplating worlds.
All but one is rememberence of discrate.
Rushing through the motionless ends.
To reach that world that I used to have, before it all ends.
Breaking barriers of the unformed unknown.
Getting past of the unknown ignuity.
Blinded by the darkness, going through the unknown.
Clashing through so I can go back home.
Gathering out everything I have to back home one last time.
To see what I used to have, before it\'s not mine.
Seeing at what all I lost, like tenacious lifes going through time.
Contemplating it all through my relaxed mind.
Reaching out, breaking through.
Because the only thing I need is you.