The gain

The internal road shall go on

Curving 'round hedges and roads,

To reach the desired end

And disregarding the others' moans

But in the heart of it all is the truth seen

To the depths of places where no one ever seems to have been,

Where the road seems not to run so smooth

And the others' cannot admit the truth

Time begins to wail for my thought

As I hope to arise

Be the one to represent it all

The only thing is, I cannot retrieve from the fall