Travel through my mind and you shall see
The ups and turns of what might it be. . .
I’m a warrior of any battles of all time
But I often retreat the battles of my own mind. . .
What was there were rainbows and a monster
All compacted inside that I need to master. . .
But how does a failing heartbeat pick up to react
When there are channels for me to look back. . .
And yet I chose to live on with a dream
When few times all I wanted is to scream. . .
I wish there is really a falling star
So someday I’ll catch it up and end this war.