Reflections

The nicest of lies

the unwanted ties



the crispiest face

the all blurring haze



the cleaning of the wound

and going too far



the footsteps on sand

reflecting the scar



agony and anguish lead me

to the lands unforeseen



i drive the hearse across the scorches

for the forgotten friend



with his identity unknown

i could not move any far



i asked him who he was

he said i am who you are !