Those wakeful nights as I evoke,
Engrossed amid the eyes of the morning fear
The rainy thoughts surrounded by the bitter evenings I feel,
As if abandoned, the forlorn road ahead.
Strolling through the dreamless night.
Ambushed alone by the silent sea,
As if fear becomes my pray, and I become destiny.
As the cool breeze quiver the pale autumn leaves,
The hands in my pockets
As I stagger amid the ocean of grief.
Perceiving the inane gust of the sunset,
as freedom dawns the shadows of darkness.
The whispers of the gust, ever so mourn.
At the loneliest moment of an afternoon,
as I amble along the road. Alone.