Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought...

Unmasked inside,
we play the games of a torch...

The character of the myth exploded,
naked aggression on the souls started with...

For unwashed beliefs,
and semi -truths, someone wins...

It rained last night,
dampness giving a tumultuous pleasure...

A hand wipes away the dried tears,
chemistry working...

Today I am drunk with pain due to fragility
of reason...

Here again we are standing against
the wall of silence...

On the road
negotiating a midnight blue...

Looked naïve, but he was
elevating himself on the heap of lights...

The way back it worked
the pretention...

To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god...