If the mind speaks quietly, why not?
It's like pouring rain, without sound
It's like rustling leaves and no sound
Or the soothing sound of silence speaks out

To be introverted, or not?
If you are, let it express itself in its highest tone
If you are, let it be authentic as it is
The Earth needs it, for the balance of the world

If we were meant to be equals
None of the human achievements would be found
It would be only misery and doubt
The world would cease to be endowed

I go hobbling
Slippery roads
I fell too hard
Bruises, the dark

I care deeply
Even when reproached
Even when friendship denied
Even when fully rejected in miles

Bruises stands forever
But my heart stands available
Forever, all wrecked, all amiable
In the slippery roads, unchangeable

When I feel alone
Emptiness hovers around
Till I loose all my doubts
Mysteries, emerge around

Alone is not always dark
I still have my secrets
To remember, to allude
Put it in the light of truth

And secrets are kept from many
Its lonely appreciation
Its special connotation
A companion, never mentioned

Secrets,  secret secretion
If I would tell a secret
To one's soul
It's like stealing my own