Controlling the step of who tries
Winning the same fury of a past
There is no certainty either abandoned
Amid the virulent storm.
Step actually shows
And it was just as mere cry
The course another well designed
Expresses and violent fantasy.
Result was more daring than
And nothing is ever the way
Bringing this merely empty.
The mantle already frayed by time
Life gets entangled in mishap
And nothing that I can still create.