Their worlds collided on a sweaty afternoon,
Each one in their own daze,
Figuring their lives impenetrable maze.
Resigned hearts and sullen spirits, looking for a gleam of hope,
Psychedelic dreams were woven with a joint of dope;
Respite came from his words and her wit
And happiness imploded from within.
Thought Patterns are the invincible enemies
Who claw their way through the darkest paths,
Killing each one with the fears and pride…
Was the respite becoming another pain, sucking away the last hope of rain?
She was scared to give in her whole, yet was giving in each day
Until she turned into a moth running to the flame…