Sometime ago she existed, trailing length of sky blue silk milky pearls and jasmine flowers twinkling wrinkles around starry eyes, as she humbly gazed up towards a full and sensuous moon amidst the crumbling city walls, the ever changing landscapes of destruction and remorse, sometime ago he existed, folds of white linen perfectly creased pants and sturdy mass boots fitting strong legs, he stood raising towards the almighty fiery sun, taking the vows of a greater spirit and an honorable duty amidst the hurling arrows, jabbing swords and doubtless bullets, sometime ago I understood what it meant to be a good person, what to believe and how to behave, but now I can no longer hear the cry of my inner spirit, the sound of the crashing waves, the desolate sorrow of the greater good's longing, I can't tell of whether nice or awful people, can't speak words of hope and expressions of gratitude, can't see straight in the eye of those blind who were once able to see because I have became a person who used to see but is now blind and deaf, I don't know how to answer the world anymore because I lost myself a long time ago,