The silent sidewalk I took
Led me to a place of turbulence...

The roses and the thorns
The wind and the dust...

Such a pensive state the clouds are in
It sits as a crown on the head of the mountain...

Sitting on the riverbank
with the company of the fallen leaves...

Tired of each lie
The circle of broken ties...

Covered by smoke
Lost in the maze...

Sued with vengeance in eyes
beaten with every beat being played...

With the solemn grace of night
came the wind and the red moon...

"I lost the keys to tomorrow
I am lost in my today...

I hear a thousand voices
I see a thousand faces...

The morning mist
A stroll down the road...

I was like an open book
Until the writer came and wrote me...