Human behaviour crossed the harrowed path
No kindness...

As the silky clouds trespasses
and caresses through the head of the hills...

Slides from the projection of life
Child, man and than a senile...

There's the laughter and a far cry
Soul confusing ! the air is not right...

Sometimes! Iam confused
whether to run or hide...

I was awake until the night murmured
And my soul was left wandering...

Sometimes! Sometimes ...its easy
Like the rain falling! its easy....it just needs...

It was the wily red river
Making its way through the narrow valley...

Why so static i cannot find
my angry repulsive ways...

Prude wind infiltrating
Casting the corners of hall...

There's a sense of loneliness in air
Do you feel...

Tracing thy life
Through the sands in my hand...