Senseless Writings
These bright vivid lights, that clears the shrouded streets.
Aimlessly wandering, a pair of lonely feet.
To where will he go, for no one might know.
Like the wind that blows, or the moon’s peculiar glow.
Silence is singing, sweet beautiful carillon.
Get lost beneath the darkness, complimenting paragon.
With red rubbed-down eyes, that reflects the endless void.
Fumes from a cigar, calms the loud paranoid.
The mind that wanders, and forgets to come home.
A pen and a paper, he shall never be alone.
Creating a voice, yet remained unheard.
For no one understands, cause the words are blurred...
