Within him is a stream
cleansed by a smile
black hopes are but a dream
the boats would sink
a mile below the ocean lines
Every bit of stories he heard,
he disdained and hid it
by the shore, by the cabin
whatever, he still knows his sadness
singing with the whisper of a blackbird
All he needs is a snap. A gap from another person
A space that would see through his face.
A phase of transitional taste
A glimpse of natural sedated maze
oh, such boredom on life
oh, such boredom on life