Baby azalea pink hues

Carry the river to the mystical muse

Be like the eternal child, and drink from the wellspring

Will as aromatic as an aged bottle of chartreuse

Refuse

Refuse, the noxious fumes

From the zephyr causticity of society

Preserve your spirit, and you will circumnavigate your anxieties

Dissipated souls fill the catacombs of our existence

Foraging for a pulse, vitality, anything is better than that comatose subsistence

So refuse

Refuse to lose

Yourself

So that you may lose

Yourself