Syre, a beautiful confusion

The story of a boy who chased the sunset until it chased him
Never quite sure about his placement
Or where he's been in this pink world
Or why nothing ever made sense
He knew that he had loved and had been loved
But had no chronological order to place it
All he knew was that he woke up everyday
Bleeding with amnesia and the case of new memories
That he had tendencies to mistake for fiction
So everyday he journeyed to the mountain to recover his past
In order to understand his future
She loves him but she eventually killed him
Now listen, Syre was a mischief with a vision
But his most poetic trait was his wisdom
His mind was as bright and as pink as the city that he lived in
And the only kids that could live in this bliss
Were the outcasts, the MSFTS
Those were his companions
Even though they could never understand his struggles
Through these harsh lands
He gave them the upper hand of his emotional tantrums