he said this mind is just like a cloud
in a state of confusion
between darkened vision
and forced enlightenment
he screamed not to be heard
his unhealed pains and sickness
were endurable through life times
who would tell lies when no one heard ?
now as his mind runs freely
the cloud is dispersed into the air
like the smoke of burning fire
and freezing ice
he asked if he could jump out from the train of life now
railway beyond is buried by the unsung ballads of prides and regrets
the neverending road is like a punishment, back-packed with endless thoughts
from the beginning til the end, he only sees a series of parallel occurrences from a distance.