What's the point of igniting a match when there's nothing to burn
Just a waste of resources
And what's the point of lighting a flame when you're not ready to get burnt
You're just going to blame the flame?
The heat? That you yourself started?

What's the point of knowing that flame needs fuel if you fear the light is going to be out
If you fear that it will be extinguished, prepare for the darkness and or the fuel

And if you fear the burn, prepare to smother it
Smother it like you smother your love not out of commitments
Don't take risk if the substance's flamable, just get out from the beginning
Or just don't blame all the small sparks when your match is out because you play with them to begin with
Means you don't match

What's the point of friction when there's no tension? This ain't physics where some variables can be ignored
You're scorched, not scoring
It's feelings. Inelastic traction can snap and transfer heat. And you can't snap back on your own causes.

Read this!

You've managed to pull through because of the wound
The grudge to prove yourself better
To outplay those who hurt you

And some still piece themselves back together from the fall you gave
From the slip of your hand
Deliberately or not

So why are we blaming the past and each other?

You expect them to pull you back up as much as you expect them to pull themselves back together

It's just the feelings wanting to break
And to be broken
Just a melancholy to be bragged
For attention

Night
Mare
When you're alone at night
Your mind wonders about the mare
Either the dark surface of the moon,
Or a celestial body believed to be the ocean
That's why by your thoughts, you are drowned

Or just a birth process of a new stallion
How to deal with it in the next day
Next month
Next year
When he or she grows up rebellious
And you can't control it

And your body wanders to the comfort place that your mind minds about
You wanna be somewhere
But you can't

So let's choose

Day
Dream
'Cause real good things happen at broad day
Mind, wandering to a broadway
While your body wonders why it's on its way
But you are almost always make it through the day
You can let your feelings at bay
Yet you work it out anyway
Because you see real people stay
Least, that's what your mind say
To deal with the world, It's not you per se

What a being we are

By being broken hearted
Means we can take my mind off a bit
From liabilities
And the minor trouble in your expertise

It's not about the memories you should've had
It's not about the choices you did or didn't take
It's not about the things that you should had done before your impulsivity took over

It's not about your motivation
It's not about the past and the future

It's about the present
Now's going to be the past
The future is going to be now
And when you learned from the past
The future of the past was always 50/50
Even with 20/20 vision
You always bet for your dreams and visions

It's not about the outcome
It's not about the input
So about that, just welcome yourself in
And put out the bad things

The thing that keeps you going

Is about something within you

Accept it
'Cause i've tasted it
Or can't get my hands on it

Let go of it
'Cause i've tasted it
Or can't get my hands on it

It's either i get tired of feeling it
Or i'm just tired of chasing it