Backward falling deeper still
A hole my body seems to fill
Distant thoughts not for this time
Longing for the tone of chimes
A sweet breeze of magnolia bloom
Southward home, fading room
A deepening sorrow beating the race
The finish line so close to taste
Salty water and heavy heart
Ghosts of those who haven't start
So many voices in casual glance
Was always hesitant to dance
Looking in for across the way
Had no trouble just to stay
Dark gray world with tints of blue
Blind man's search for extra time
A ship acast in open sea
Drifting along under a tree