Sometimes I wish I was hidden

From the devil that gave us bad luck

From the killer that’s called stress

But dusk was the best way to describe us

In between light and dark figuring out how to survive through the night

I was a stupid genius knowing how to do well in life but not in its tests

She was the woman who refused help yet complained why she was alone

He was the man struggling with the reality of people

He was the boy just starting to discover fascination unaware of the deep and empty emotions about to hit us

We were adopted into a world of change and chaos

We realized a perfect aim does not mean a perfect result

Like a billiard ball hitting the edges of the goals but not the soft cushion

We found out that someday our crooked angles would turn into the winning answer

But incognito is the one thing I want to be right now