Countless dead eyes without

their dreams ever paid off.

The words of a poet reflect

in a drift of daily life

that had spit out.

Fragments of memory are on the way

and they are supposed to be right.

The fact that it is 2.

The silence swore to proceed till the end.

The crystallization of the time.

Picture a light,

a personality on my mind.

Catch the ripped wishes

with my hands.

Regulation and existence

even lost the meaning.

Fought with difference and

the doubt was born.

A smile and an answer

filled with loneliness.

A warped mirror

shows the criticism.

The group-mind is brightly decorated

and erased its identity.

You speak and go beyond

the present time to find eternity.

The times marked the painful eternity.

The same condition gained the pain.

Suppress my mind

and the last word falls.

I stand where no one would see.

We make, and steal the process.

You who read and the standart are fair.

Not a single truth, so sleep on the ground.