How, in jungles,
the strong separate...

How many times have you changed
your perspective on the past...

Let silence speak
instead of your voices...

In the smoky alleyways where shadows spoke louder...
"Master," the apprentice said, fire in his voice...

Before he could finish
his figure eight...

Did you know,
the whole world is an exhibition...

In the desert of Christian land,
where Christ would never touch the sand...

They come in boxes
alluring, ribbon-tied...

It doesn’t matter
if you’re not with me tonight...

How could one beseech
with all their existence...

“In the final analysis,
even love is unreal...

For years,
you made me carry shame...