The dim wind whispered in my ear why are you here
For wind I do not know as I could ask you an unexplainable question like why do you blow.
For I do not know

I like
To think
Of the last time

I saw you.

You were

Someone else,

Weren't you?

You said you were.

It's 7:24am
Asleep
Aspirations decided
Visions are clear
The world is benighted
I'm not scared of the dark
At least not this morning
I've got the answers
In my locket

You can get your way
by talking through it
you can get your way
by having a wit.

You reason your stance
and hoping the best
as you know that you can't
make people impressed.

Things are never achieved
by argument and force
as some might believe
but never win the course.

The reason in your way
is the only helping hand
which helps you to pay
the value of your stand.

lone sparrow
vines come to
a stop

Sometimes i hear soft footsteps
Walking in an empty hall
Softly invading empty rooms
Nothing to see
Only to hear
Are these my spirits
Walking around
Trying to gather
My thoughts

I scarcely know
what to believe
either way offers
me no relief.