In this havoc, I’ve found my peace,
Rolling and ripping until I reach..
The idea is to grab everything
And leave, what all I’ve earned
And what all I have weaved..

These city lights amuse me,
To a level where I can’t resist,
The bounds we thought of as forever,
Have left a mark of unsatisfaction in each…

The more I push myself in,
It blows me off,
to an extent where I think I have lost all,
This thing drives me crazy,
My loyal wine ain’t that ardent anymore…
The roads I thought of traveling has closed all the doors.