Dreams don’t grow in the eyes
Wondering in search of existence
eyes return after going far away…
Flowers of happiness do not bloom on the surface of this pupil’s these eyes are graves, corpses unfulfilled desires are laying…
There is no shadow anywhere years have passed by cleaning to this body of mine, I just wandered in search of death
I could no find myself anywhere, the name of a woman has made me addicted to wandering..
Look in my eyes not a single desire is alive, how can I drop my eyelashes, the meaning of expectations is wrapped in white clothes…
Who am I has anyone seen my name anywhere, I m neither here not there…
No one made a boat to cross the river someone tell me how many times I will die trying to live…