So many strings
Unorganized things
Colors on beings
Pertains feelings.

What a dark night
Objects seem blur to my sight
I am walking down the labyrinth
With small light, I have no hint.

I am in search of something
I can't really recall what is that thing
I kept walking
This is worrying.

I am lost...
I can't remember which way
I wish to return at any cost.
Let us call that a day.