Renaissance - TEXT VERSION

The night strung high
On one’s empty vibe
So let it be, quiet and clear,
To perceive another dead career?

We reached heights and so it was,
But the feeling never paused
A fleeting emotion in a caressed place
Ridiculed and thrown by disgrace.

There was a final thing to say
Or I could’ve just decayed
Slowly risen from support
And yet, lingering athwart


Round and round like a merry-go-round
As I pondered about, freely aloud
What business trickles humanly still?
Perhaps my mind lingered still?

Brushing a tide over and over
It sounds like another makeover
Gazing the nightly ocean with the moon
Whilst chasing the flight of ideas

Play a game like cat and mouse
You’re still in for a pounce
You’ve torn me apart, piece by piece
Until my emotions finally deceased

You’ve casted an emotion far greater than that
Honestly, it speaks so much louder than words
So, what? Is it easier than a chat?
Perhaps it’s best if we glide like birds.