Fate burns my brigdes, I am stuck.
I am left with a despeate heart,
Ambling at the point of no turn-backs.

Walking through these specks of dust,
I watch the sparkles of lights fade.
Sanity came.
I am actually lured in unfamiliar pavements.

My goal now is to catch a dapple crumb of light
To grasp the brightness I've never even seen.
I'm there, almost there, and returning is impossible.
Just another step, another step.

Almost there, but a rifle has shot me.

By a hair's-breadth, I am there.
I almost embraced that sparkle of light.
But then again, the rifle came along.
A gammy leg, that's all I have now.