Marys wish.

 The orange pony says to wait for the next train.

Chances in the river of doubt swim upstream into lucks waiting arms

Follow nothing.

Your masters ego is a liar

The pool is crisp, cool and dark.

Music is loud, i dont care

The devils just a word, the sun is real

Passions in the room, loyality wins again, the angel on my arm is stronger than I can believe

Deep breathe,

your ok.

Not today, meanless weaps the floor with nothing

I am here, my friend

Bare feet wet, concrete cool, look up

Its gone.