Watch the waves wash away the twinkle in my eyes, a sadness malformed within the complexities of an imaginary insanity lost beneath the madness of forthright convictions, salivate the sadness of tomorrow, signify what mistakes will be when they are yet to be that, break the mood that would be filled with a sack full of bastard children, obliterating truths with lies dipped in the shadows of a goodness that once called itself hope, forget what you came here for and turn back the hands of what can be for time, is nothing other than a trail from what was, to what is.