Sign out

The mist is clear
now that its storm again

the dryness of the abyss
in the muddy ponds of hold

Let's break into reality and see
how deep does the reality go

En route destiny
timid waters hurt most I know

The roads are sheer emblems
on the journey unto themselves

As I navigate aimless
through the wanderlust

Steering clear of life's cheer
wry and queer is this peer

Static and mere,
the junction of disbandment

Holding tears
I pull sand out of my ear

I'm signing out of history
of every passing year

And the view at the long last
I'm a captive of the abstraction
they call dreams
and yet they say I'm free to ask ...

Glory of pity in chasm
The irony of the creation
of the untold sarcasm

I laugh, I still smile ...