Dead dreams swept by
Sightless eye seek me.
I, a man of many deaths, see.
I, a man wonder-less, go.
I, a man powerless, know.
Folly I step on endless grass of today,
Tread daggers of past regrets of many,
And sleep tomorrow away.
Tread many words of calamity
Not many dare say.
For it won’t happen on my bay,
I tread my row, a Ferryman’s Frey.

Words of change grow,
A shell broken and boundless row.

Men at their limits
Are at time to break.
For their dreams reaching,
They must not forsake.

Years spent by,
Mirage of image.
Decency of none.
It is said good man do nothing,
Because the chains of lies.
It is said it is impossible to,
Because there must be cries.
You know nothing,
Devilish whisper,
I am now something.
I have a dream,
To be nothing.

Tired
Brain unwired
Weary
Everything bleary
Yawning
Grabbing air
Sleep
We’re there!

I have all the fortunes, the riches,
The world knows me for great fame.
I can visit the mountains, the beaches,
For there is not a sole to blame.

I don't have the greatest wealth,
The world may not know my presence.
Mountains, the beahces, I may not take their breath,
The world's elegance, I may not have their sense.

The mountains, I savour alone,
The beaches, I savour alone.
The entire globle is where I roam,
Never to find a place I can call home.

I live in normalcy, it might seem no strain,
I don't experience luxury, it's a life quite plain.
Every moment is spent with mates, with family,
Their timeless love is what makes the ordinary, extraordinary.

The heart yearns for love ,
the eyes search for beauty ,
but the soul rests in peace