Headfilness, is like deep vast sector of the ocean but does not allow you to repeat the same emotion In the attempt, you miss the boat Yet you press on hoping for another show That how I felt when I went back home Hoping to feel the city’s fold To feel my heart fill with excitement Acting as if my first assignment To see the skyline drift through the wind And feel the good bumps on my skin But now my heart cold and dry Like a tundra with no cloud in the sky The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold A place once so magical now hurt to behold