Gray drops from eyes, shiver at the back
pondering the existence itself
finding meaning into uninteresting do's
living as a body, but tired from soul
sound clanking into ears, disappointed
is it to please?
is it to forget?
is it to play?
is it to watch?
is it to write?
is it to gossips?
it is tiring, all the chaos
muddled up mind, choices which fickle
minding myself, no one worthy for me
summarizing the platoon with a bronze scar
just storm out the pyramid with a foe
leave this chaos, with mines of jewels