All the misty highs we climb
a search through fear disguised
these sudden facts can make you hollow
when checked this life derived from barren scapes behind
where he supposedly hides
in a place to waste a place to wallow
with this precious time
and the end being nigh
saw the path leading back from a private notion
as winter blooms the fall unmasks
the spring presides that the summer is mine
and as it goes sometimes you wake up...