Sitting in a never ending cycle of lust, followed by heartbreak
followed by lust, followed by jealous intentions
followed by love, followed by heartbreak
followed by lust, followed by freedom.
The cycle goes on, thinking about destiny, fates and the mystic, is a dangerous train to climb aboard.
I should be somewhere else, living in a world of wonder.
I wonder if I have been set-off course, inside I feel this to be true.
Another me is sailing down the path of hope.
I wish him well, I wish him to come back,
to rescue me.
I know he will think of me, he is me and is aware of destiny, fates and the mystic.
The cycle goes on and the train will return.