Locked inside a box
A warm heart he hides
Black fumes and somewhat lost
He waits for sun to rise
Trapped inside his thoughts
There's a circus of dreams
One man , many faces
With no structure and no means
There is no definite
Thousand possibilities marrow may bring
Carrying the yesterday's
To be moulded and bind him in strings
He carries his own salvation
But is trapped in the circle of life
He awaits Tomorrow
Where he no longer have to strife
He waits in nothingness
Out of his struggles , a new hope will arise
For better or for worse
He will be free of the puzzles that confuses his mind
For now he's his own master
He is his own slave
There is no structure as to who he is
He stands on a thin blade
A Stranger to self
stranger for anyone who happens to pass by
He happens to be in a dream
Untill this moment passes by
Nothing but a shadow
Of his future and his past
He waits for tomorrow
For this moment to last