You are looking for fire. To explode. To illuminate your darkness. You keep your dreams warm.

Imaginary era. Holds the desires alive. Stars that shine. Fill your own sky.

Difficult times are trying us. Power supply is wasted for a breath of fresh air. Strengths go out. Losers dressed in unknown faith. A truth. Unquenchable. It continues to warm ageless souls.

Sacred responsibility. To ask for every tomorrow. History illuminates the steps of those who do not give up.

The compass stays on it. Like the magnetic north. It does not let you get lost. Sacred sign. Purifies bad times.

The day is lost. If you do not keep people away. Walking is a personal matter. Choose your company.

An endless campaign of fear circulates. Runaway is the pure mind. It passes you across. In a new rise.

You avoid looking with your eyes. Ugliness wins. With your heart you choose an image to fool around with.

A way to live. Confined. There are few options. You ascend to the sky of your mind. You travel where your soul desires. With one breath.