It was like lightning, no one was fast enough to grab hold of it's shadow.
And the pot holes formed somehow seemed so deep but really, so shallow.
The bitter taste on the tongue was supposed to make one feel mellow.
But after a long day of travelling, voices of hope became so very hollow.

Burnt, as boiling water bursts out from the teapot's spout.
Choices of words are starting to bore innocent sinful souls out.
It is only clear that the mind's eye is challenged to be in doubt.
They left with conscience, leaving what never did came about.

Understand this, even if nothing can be understood from this.
Cause when the clock stops to tick, it will all just be passing by mist.
It may also seem like a murder scene with a great big twist.
The closing ceremony will always be a mystery that no one can resist.

11:11 PM