They are better left unexplored;
The vast, uneven terrain filled with many holes
Oops I fell down!
Now to be eaten by the hounds.
The sword that flashes,
The tears that splashes.
The hate that spreads,
That horrible feeling of dread.
That fleeting laughter that bubbles up to the sky,
The warm, comforting love that eventually dies,
Why oh why need I cry?
It’s useless by and by.