Alone in the night,
descending the stairs,
I desolate happiness,
out of scars
The scars of past,
and present and future,
And the happiness of a wandering thought
In the broad daylight,
when I fade out
My shallow heart
confines desires…
A blurred vision,
and numb nerves
A wandering loafer soul
And a wandering thought…
I leap mountains,
and walk through the seas
Across the wind,
trimming the fire
I let myself breathe,
and calm down
I surrender my ego
To a wandering thought…
