When we thread the path hidden by the midst

It might be right in front of our face

But our age has a Sibyl too

If the scanners are detecting nothing

Nothing worth being addressed exists there

Oh, look some maniac doing something

Let's take some pictures, record some videos 

Put it up on some cloud for it is amusing

A Man committed suicide last night

A woman will jump off the bridge at noon

You have enough pain to turn to motivation to make some money

I have enough pain to cry in rage and burn the bridges

If you so desire,thread recklessly for death awaits

Change the pace, do it slowly the end result don't change

Let me sound faux deep and say it doesn't matter

Truthfully it doesn't, I do not understand what a live well lived is

Is it the one filled with laughter?

The other riddled with pain?

Or, that of just existing?

That I know is the end

 The pit every path leads to; death

You might as well cry a little Uncle

A little fresh air on your skin shouldn't make you a victim Aunty

I may be wrong, chances for my theory to be thrown in water exist

But, at least you get some beautiful stories

Your colour gets tainted enough with peace

At least you are doing something wild, threading a path fully knowing where it leads

P.s the picture is Kuroko no Basket.