A minds way is but a clouded fog...
When you let yourself lose self in full.

When no path is left to be tread at all...
A right way in past is awaiting you.

do this do that they say
don't look that way look this way
be the way WE want you to be
see the way WE see
then I ask about this or that
and they say "oh no no no"
that's not how WE act
making me realize
they don't want be to be abstract

I’m on my way to find my soul,
With it I believe I will be whole.
Page after page I devoured some books.
Why, I wonder, do I get sour looks?
I only speak what's on my mind,
People say that it isn't kind.
But tell me just why I should lie,
What is there to fear when I'm about to die?
Pain and sorrow never do last
Neither do the actions in our past,
Happiness too flies away,
Is there something here to stay?
My existence is all I feel,
Then just why should I believe
In this world of changing lights?
Things come and go; Are they alive?
Soon, I hope the day will come
Where I will decide on what should become
Of this life that led me here
To this moment of utter fear.
I disappear or do I stay?
In this life tell me, I pray.

Sometimes I found myself
Laughing out loud,
Just to catch your attention.

Sometimes I just walk
In silence,
Looking why are you distracted.

Other days,
I just breath,
I just live.

Either way,
I know our time flow.
Now that we both go
In different directions.
I just thought,
How ironic people are.
How time is more than some question.