If in time I can remind you
You’re not the kind who is inclined
To find blind a piece of mind
While you redefine sublime
Your eyes, they compromise the skies
Your guise complies only with your lies
Because beneath each chivalrous emprise
Lies a place wherein highs meet fatal demise
A maze of cliches, to avoid you convey
Such praise to the strays, so fake your displays
And when struck by malaise, the heard you amaze
You find ways the make them stay exceeding their days
But now impends losing a final friend
And I extend to advise you comprehend
That the fringes of pretend you don’t transcend
And every trend meets and end no matter how far it ascends