The harmony of life is unknown to some,
Like the inside of a black of hole.
Some stay hidden to conspire,
Have the courage to conquer Spring,
Through the frost of Winter
Some forget how to wish in their sleep.
Don’t know how to speak to their crush
Rage with regret and continuing to blush.
The ones who solve the scheme,
Are the ones who tend to succeed.
Never doubting who they are,
Or who they once were.