Aspirations leading you to your destination. Time skips till you check again, friends stay till the end. Life shifts on every turn. Liqour doesn't ever help you feel the burn. All you hear is a world of words. Echoing in this scalp of yours. Little passion still remains. Clouded with others striking pain. You will never feel the same. Heaven and hell reside again, bringing balance in the end. Nature is still your final friend for she will help you grow again. Seclusion helps you feel illustrated in this illusion. As time goes on you realize you are gone. Lost for now in the empty sounds. You reminisce of what you miss.