Is that you leaching behind the trees and behind the rocks, persistently on my heels. My heart begs before me, for one look or one glimpse into your wild fiery iridescent eyes. For I beg even more in front of you, for a hint, clue, or any sort a jester. For this path is cracked and burnt. Just don't leave me behind picking up the puzzled piece. For the piece are incident, pure, and clean.
Is that you leaching behind the trees and behind the rocks, persistently on my heels. My heart begs before me, for one look or one glimpse into your wild fiery iridescent eyes. For I beg even more in front of you, for a hint, clue, or any sort a jester. For this path is cracked and burnt. Just don't leave me behind picking up the puzzled piece. For the piece are incident, pure, and clean.