Chapter III "Walking to an end …."

As I wonder within these hills

I lust within these years

Have nothing to do about these means

And the way to find these needs

 

Waiting the flower to bread

As it comes with my needs

And show me the streams

Of lights hidden inside those tears

 

As my hollow eyes filled with tears

I looked through the doors to see the scenes

Of my self hanged across these beams

That pulls me out of these dreams

 

Looking to my arms to see the bleed

Of human once believed

That dreams could be seen

In life that filled with tears

As a shadow within trees