we don’t have bonds to feel the time,
and no patience just stand still
we all the same prefer being blind,
and every day betrays the will.
we cry the same and eat the words,
and no man has needed smile
we took the shame of blessful turns,
and every day is seemed “awhile”.
we break the rules of human soul
and stare the walls of every guess.
we’re getting weak in empty hall
when it reminds of love and death.