The Never Ending Plains
Afraid of the thoughts of the unknown
The mysterious plan of which is thought gone
Lost to the world of saviors
The do gooders and plastic men
Unfailing and drifting in the endless plains
There will be mysteries around the world
Venturing with fear of the unknown
Should tradegy fall?
Shall you ever find your place
Among the mysterious, the ever ardent plan?
Alone in your deepest despair
Will you give yourself to death?
Or will you revel in the silence
In the solitude.