Moving past the solar system,in memory of Sun..
The arrogance that hid deep inside,
In memory of obedience,
As the defeated warrior stood,infront of the mirror of memory..
To seek guidance..
Old friends sat,drinking in memory of Sun..
And figuring out,how to keep themselves cool,
And safe..
In the burning sunshine..
It was a choice..
The bond of heart,
The start of a journey..
There was no secret,but secretive messages..
No memory but all memories..
No idea of identity,but a genuine identity..
The players have changed,or the game?
