Rampant are the storms Devious, these seas These forces we try to master Constant weakness to evade A strife against the inborn Nature of defeat Exposure to noxious elements The roads we blindly tread Solitary ruin Befalls me The dreaded steps From abandoned dreams Tired well Repeating stream The concept of escape It seems We soldier on An unknown path For passions and dreams No one shares What happens when legs grow weary? When life's crossroads are but woes to suffer? When I'm enclosed in my own mind The repeating echo of spinning thoughts A reflection in the window, what's there to see? A pale face, veil for vacant crowd A year of sorrows, here we stand No companion but smoldering remnants of dying dreams