Known To None

Gone is the new dawn of tomorrow,

Gone with it is the bliss that’s yet to bring.
Like the coffee loses its caffeine charm,
Like the wheels refuse to spin.
Fly, and you just might touch the ceiling of sky,
Fly a dove, not a swan.
What if you failed?
What if it ain’t what if?
No boundaries has its own limitation,
No infinity, definitely.
Changing tides can be frequent,
Changing you is supersonic.
Build your world within the lines,
Build your tomb if you cross over.
Cast your enchantment and they’ll fall,
Cast again and you’ll do.
Fake, is cheap,
Fake, is you.
What does it mean to me?
What does it mean to you?