So simple these paths we seem to lead, not knowing what we can only see. Draw lines in the sand so it's our only way to feel, can't realize what inspiration can really do to heal. Rhyme and rhyme from left to right, and you will finally know what is really like to fight. You struggle and rip until you can find the right words to fit, to be forever naive is an elixir I would gladly sip. It is sad to see that we can't find the prosperity to match our shifting reality, but to me it is what I will proudly be, a ravaged wave gradually fading into the sea.