random prowls.

a sudden stillness, all is clear.
nothing is worthy, nothing is dear.

i hang on tight to my dreams,
thoughts that got casted, into columns and beams.

suddenly weightless, i float to the sky,
i saw nothing, nothing to hide.

i tried to flee as they chased me to a corner,
crying out loud, no more a dreamer.

sick of scrambling, sick of hiding.
sick of thinkings, sick of flying.

i retreat to my niche of silence,
baring myself to nothing but empty minds.