This town is a poem
These roads are eloquent...

It seems all these strangers know me.
Maybe this is only a dream...

Between now and then
we are forever running...

Sometimes I can hear
tempests' wails unfold in words...

Empty spaces are saturated by omnipresence
when mirrors recognise...

There's the cage of those
who lack reason, and those who're...

I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man does...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

Everytime we hug
we inbreathe each other...

The respite is shortening
like my hair in the barber shop...

O little Orphan boy, little orphan boy
you do not need to hide your fear anymore...

In war rather than
saving their lives, they unleash...