The one to see- the one to witness
Not knowing of my faults.
Ignorant to his own well-being.
For- he knows no more;
Than a face in the footsteps
Scattered on the ground.

Yet the face- in his eyes glows
His eyes must be scatched of sight!
Such hollowness has became full?
Such dullness- becoming bright?


Is this the world at the very edge?
Of nothingless still hollow;
How can one blame?
How can one follow?

Of choices- laid before your eyes-
What is right, what is wrong;
Though- becoming what you hate
Seems harmful to your body
Seems harmful to your mind
Yet- is nothing but a mere image