Is it a revolving disc that we give each other

Does the path that accompanies me lead to sense to a moment

Warmth lies in dark freezing eyes

Eyes that speak a tricky language

Tasting the leading drop

The drop that allows me to speak from the deepest conviction

A wave that nips every rock in the bud

In the intoxication of warmth

I relearned to inspire courage and willpower in a puppet-like figure

Being somebody's slave

Used by others

A new pedestal has been cast

It was sketched by hope and confidence

Riding on a merry-go-round of passion

Dreaming and never waking up again

I woke up