Am
I
the
fool
the user
and the mule
lost in the soul
of a dead man's shoes
with the burden of being
a
useless excuse,
my existence hangs onto a ledge
am I a silhouette
he'll bent
on
smoking
the last cigarette
or
the triumph
of
pieces
someone will collect
am
I
falling into the ignorance
of
neglect
someone catch me please
I
cannot rely
on my own regrets
.

"The sky is vibrant as ever; the thunderclouds aren't visible anymore.
The uncertainty, the acceptance—
I stand still under this vibrant and lively sky, letting my gaze wander around.
I have been here before, I have seen it before.
I have been soaked by the rain and tamed by the wind.
The profound beauty of it all has left me in awe."

A lost kindred spirit…
Did you lose your way?
Guided by the moonlight,
Did you find your way
In the darkest midnight?

Pause—where have you been?
How have you been?
Did you find what you were looking for