My mind
in a perpetuous mobility...

I exist because I am;
A dreaded feeling...

The mists of a sight
deceivingly far...

A clear blue sky, clean
While the Sun draws a line...

He stood at the table
The menage in gloom...

Mountains of ash
Like dunes of sand...

Snow.
A motionless water in flow...

A walk through a hollow road;
Within the dormant city...

The vibrance of mentality
Shakes the foundations of reality...

Without a doubt, without a care,
I sit and watch, a blindfolded stare...

Grayed out mists
interrupted in tune...

I saw you twirl and cry in pain,
And then I realised the irony of this insane...