Abstract

These shifty illusions lie everywhere
I get lost in the dark...
Sometimes I don't care.

The silence is loud,
But the waves are chaotic.
I don't know what to make out of this place,
searching frantically, trying to recognize a face.

They're portrayed in your image,
That I can't really see.
I'm absorbed in this darkness,
not that I'm trying to be but...

It's too stressful,
too confusing,
too cheated,
I couldn't even find the words even if there were heated.

So as for now
I'll swallow my pride.
Try to brace against the tide
and move on.