Lost in the grace of life
I stand still under the silent sky
Wandering through my prosaic sight
Wanna ask,can you heal my sloppy plight?

The hectic hours ignore to halt
I endure for a calm repose
I celebrate 'what I was'
I snap 'who I am now'

Am I lead astray for the magical fame
Or searching for an eternal flame
In the lost hustle and bustle
In the twisted path of stones and hurdles

A sensuous propulsion wades me
Fading my sour secret tears
I close my eyes wearily
In the hope to fight back fear

Yes,my soul is sick,I regret
Still crushing the dark evil thoughts
And rejoicing the singuilarity
In an oasis of serenity.