A light for one,
A light for all to suffocate, whom desire confidence.
Such a mirage of an instrument, for once suffocated,
There is light no more.  

Light has hindered now,
And sweat lacks reflection upon the brow.
Not shiny, nor confident
The sweat sits without a single ripple;
Collecting still, cold,
why?

Where to migrate,
In search of this unified mirage of confidence?
One and One will pray for breath again,
One and One may pray yet suffocate still, cold, why?  
It is tough to see when lacking light.