Why do we write
When pain comes
And we feel the bite
Of lost life and loves

Our words are cast
To an infinite ocean
On islands as outcasts
A melancholy motion

I feel my soul bend
Warping under weight
Monsters must I fend
As I buckle under hate

I won a lottery of million dollars,
My friends became my best friends,
For my relatives I became their most beloved and kindest kin,
All my neighbours know me closely now,
Everybody knew my address.

I suppose i was confined to darkness
For a wee bit of a time.
But they say the light comes,
The things change,
And the darkness loses.
And maybe it is true.
But i wonder if darkness
Really loses to the light.
Then why it always leaves a shadow behind?

you only respond when you need me

other than that
i’m no more than a voice in a crowded room