Empty mug
Mute Cellphone
Another Mute Cellphone
Faint Buzz of Old Fan

In this silence...
A hollowed soul tries to decipher
the meaning of doubt
And uncertainties of mind

What are we?
Somewhere along this line
And the three hours distance
Have blurred the real intention

The heart that's never trained to believe
Unable to trust the promises made
Is like the weathervane
Changing directions as the wind wishes