Just a junction of the heart

A small part of the reason

One more step to a stunning start,

An atomic chat with no reaction

I was confused to vote

For a stolen note,

A non chosen destination

I had to learn to shut the mode

To leave the throne

The simplest solution

I am made of fighting souls

That need to mould, I’m not so cold

I’m not selfish or immature

Just need to be sure but I know the labour

I was confused to vote

For a stolen note

A non chosen destination

I had to learn to shut the mode

To leave the throne

The simplest solution