It's been so long since the song, that I loved;
and there's been silence, since.
My mind needs a sound.
My eyes need a sight, never seen before.
My hand would like another, to share it.
I crave (close) friends at times.
But there's no one here I don't know.
I don't want to know them;
For sometimes it is all too well;
And it's not a good thing.
Plastic bags slither, and flying biscuits glide past my eyes,
Cutting through the chilly Dhasa air;
It's all in my mind.
The eyes search, sometimes, to meet a stare that is on the same page
Only to find one, and doubt if it's from a liar's eyes...
