Dreams veiled in a mist,
Heart robbed of joy,
Filled with the reflections of suicide,
A better life, a story yet to be written.
Never to unriddle the dept of time lost,
Yes, all washed away by the sea never to return,
My feet Dazzled through life,
A rolling stone my wealthy neighbour,
The eclipse of life,
Yet, drown in night mares of hope.
Enmity with my bed,
Sleeping in hard work,
Till the blind can see my vision clearly,
A pantomime of two extremes.
