It's okay.
It's okay, If I get lost. All the tales i heard, About lost cities... Don't sounds bad. It's okay if I vanish, And leave insecurities. That i won't be forced, To blend in the flow. It's okay, if I'm senseless, It's better than pretence, Coz many that says love, Spell lifeless letters. It's okay, if it's not okay, As long as it gives no panic. Enjoy in little steps I've, Walking towards eternity. It's okay, if forever last not. Chisel are meant to take away, And in other to reach the peak, We lose what weighs us down. It's okay and it'll always be. Being lost on the face earth, Forgotten in scrolls of people. If I'm present before my Maker.