Stray souls wander
Into the open void...

Uplifted to the tone of silence,
Inspiration in the slightest shadow...

Slip the thread through the needle,
Stitch the lie into our skin...

Tear drops glitter, staining time,
Time that lost direction in your mind...

Often thinking, we are dwelling,
No spirit moves our nature elsewhere...

Slipping down, going fast,
Seeing fear slither through my past...

A burden to the society, I am one of few,
A two-face, a liar, a mere individual...

Carelessly strolling,
Mind a wander in this wonderland...

Walking on broken glass,
Isn't it the same as love...

Delicate eyes
of cornflower blue...

Down the bend in the long dirt road,
The soles of my boots now are told...

Silence beholds the gift of truth,
Tells no words nor tainted thought...