nThe first stroke of genius was the start of fixing up,na premature masterpiece seen only in the mind's eye.nBut Judging between us who's the fairest of them all?nDistorted and compromised, facing the walls.nnIt's been so long since I could say that I have a place that I call home.nSuddenly the seasons change. My destinations still unknown.nNo method can apply to me.nNo system can decide the ending without me.nnAnd there goes another, watch them as they come and go,ndistorted and making sure that they always fall in.nAnd will I recover? Good poison is not the cure although, love is the synonym.nReady to go?nnIt's been so long since I could say that I have a place that I call home.nSuddenly the seasons change. My destinations still unknown.nnNo method can apply to me.nNo system can decide the ending without me.nnIt's been so long since I could say that I have a place that I call home.nSuddenly the seasons change. My destinations still unknown.nnNo method can apply to me.nNo system can decide the ending without me.