Regards

Voices, gathered around like silly choices

I remember those places, famous 'cause of the familiar faces

Took me ages to fulfill those pages

Many different stages and many different phrases

Now the status, sadness stresses madness

I use my glasses to increase my chances in the ashes

I wasn't the one to lit the matches

Now the stone is crushed, dust is a must just like rust

But without lust, there is nothing to be rushed

I came out of nowhere, but I swear

I am well aware of the unaware

Best regards, unfortunately I ran out of cards

Now my time is up, I wish you the best of luck