In the grimy alleys of the mind's vast array, Where dreams are born and often fade away, We gather 'round the bonfire of lost intentions,Sipping on the whiskey of forgotten inventions. Pour one out for the ideas that took a detour, The aspirations that got crushed by the game's harsh power. For every rhyme that never hit the page, And the love that slipped through the cracks of time's cage.

We salute the visions lost in the fray,
The ones we chased but never found a way. Like stars that fall from the heavens high, In the chaos of life, they say their final say. But we're survivors, we don't let them die in...