I remember that ride you gave me

So long that I forgot its rationale

The sensation that was patiently adhered

In my uncontainable adrenaline

As I had never been in such a bliss

Judging myself and yours

Between decimal and metaphor

Between mystery and discovery

Well, they’re just another misery.

Another sweet remembrance to taste

In a long break that breaks my heart free

But not this time not anymore

As desolation is coming my way

Caging my heart to suffer by its own

Take it as a tragedy

Not another parody

Assume all the mistakes in me

Big enough for the world to see

In a world where honesty is never concerned

What lies beneath the lies we have made each day

Never been adequately explained

They are just perfectly crafted for each other

Maybe we are meant for each other that way

Maybe we are meant to live in that pace

So that the pace will not fall another six feet away

If you want me to take that ride again

This perfectly defined phrase will suit you well

Thanks my dear friend, but no thanks

I have enjoyed that ride once

And the second will never that constant again.