Is no definition for whats lodged inside thats kept.
Words cant be thought to describe or express.
Clearist view you search for is blurred upon the sunset.
You try your hardest to place descriptions to untitled expressions.
Fit the endings of my past with future suggestions.
Place inputs in roads you never stepped in.
Want to re-visit place`s dark and un marked to even close friends.
Search for my case of joy as well as tears silently.
You have yet to give a break to what you`d never see.
I dont long for lending my life`s biography.
Drain your curiosity cuz your goals of defining me is poverty.