.I Like.

Where is the fun in mainstream?

It's too normal, yeah.

Underground?

Hell, even underground has lost its appeal.

I want something, new.

Unique and out of this world.

An uncharted path.

That would blow your brains away.

Yes, that's how i like it.

Off road.

Soon. Very Soon.

The premier's plot,

his grand scheme.

Counting the days.

A big lie.

No longer a skeleton in the closet.

A corpse.

Could not hide it much longer.

Luck, hell lot of 'em.

Just to ease the pressure.

Money?

Never fails any man.

Road's bumpy.

Slightest mistake,

Off you go.

Down the cliff; crash the trees or maybe just crash?

As TIME betrays,

trip's are bound to be long.

Backtrack

Spinning around it's axis,

welcoming light and darkness.

The sphere of life, mother to all.

A demi-god.

Another day, another dawn.

All coming too soon.

Unprepared, unseen.

The gloom-ish horizon.

When it rains on a burning day,

when it snows as the flowers bloom,

As you pray in despair,

what do you hope for when you wake up?

A NEW dawn to start over?

or,

THAT dawn, to brace for the coming storm.

For better or for worse,

ADAPTING,

has always been mother natures,

crown jewel.

Hybrid.

A jack of all trade.

Master of none.

or,

An ace.

Nothing else.

Why can both?

Why can the two be merged?

Impossible, maybe?

Plausible, could be?

A Jack of both?

or,

An Ace for one?

Ultraviolet.

The ignited fire.

Good. Bad?

Or just undecided?

It could keep me warm.

Or burn me.

Long gone.

There are times, when i kick ass.

There are times, when i rock hard.

There are times, when i laugh with them boys.

There are times, when im living the dream.

Those were the days,

those dreams.

Just like yesterday.

Feels like yesterday.

Sunset.

And the last of them left. Drops of tears, revealing their expressions. There were five of them. One left almost a year ago. Two had left half a year ago. He's on his own now. Waiting for the belated fate as how the four felt.

His 2nd band of Fab5. The Saints. In memories.

Believe.

Close your eyes, and ignore the world.

This is where you belong, don't doubt it.

This storm, comes before a beautiful rainbow.

As long as you believe.

A long road.

A maze.

An amazing journey it may be.

As long as you believe.

Young, inexperience.

And yet with raw potential, even if immature.

We'll be there. You, will be there.

As long as you believe.

Please, do believe.