I’m on a field with no grief, or shadow
In a place with no battle tomorrow
I got lost in a wild territory
A stranger in my own body…
I’m in a train that’s running forever
A play or a story I no longer remember
I wear with me nothing,
Nor do I feel,
My soul is a shadow carried by wind.
My eyes are let open,
My spirits flow high
I’m only a traveler
In an unbearable time.
Who’s yet to judge me?
Or argue with me?
My logic is clear…
I’m not…
I just cannot be.