Explosions inside of minds {} I love things {}

I had a better intention but lost it along the way
Not sure where I dropped it, so it'll just have to come back
It will comeback right?
The fresh flesh burn

To hell with it
What's the point of intentions if they're selfish?

Is it possible that what I thought I lost, was with me the whole time
Or is a tribute in place?

Last question

As everything in life becomes durable with survival, will all the struggles be as disregarded as the every day cold? And within that, will all consistent efforts for a greater good, a representation of hope and memory, and (but not limited to) a simple chance be merged into your lifeless cycle of intentions you once had, but somewhat forgot the true force of?