Walking down the road
straight through the park...

These eyes cast yonder,
this mind that wanders...

Leaves brush upon the bark,
as the blue jays sing in melody...

On birds wings I escape to the cosmos,
Striding for the ribbon that is destiny...

These words I see
In my heart are blind...

Listen to the dreary tune of night,
Forever we shall be mesmerized...

The time has come in haste,
Although these years seemed long...

Soaring on the wings of fate,
I am relinquished to this world...

With dusty tears, his eyes choke.
Leaving memories to the distant past...

Living on the railway to nowhere,
Every step I take lies a rusty memory...

It's on the cold days in December,
I truly see what life can be, or cannot be...

I need no inspiration
to speak such simplicity...