Trapped in a thought
"the gone is gone
and the coming is yet to come
what if the coming is not coming
and the gone is back"
printed in bold black ,pushed me in cornerback
wish to
super saiyan my way out
if there was ever a way to shout it out
one time to go with a drought
hope of getting it together without a doubt
down is the sky has water reflect
step on it to fall in reality direct
as ray of light that come through the dark room
like seeing dream from a tomb
as this is fiction not true
