Aging mind,

Through his smile almost in hide.

Invisible eyes in the inner lights,

Darkening his way from the empty sky.

He will be wandering

Through no beautiful moments.

The silence clapping from his hands

Will make no way for him.

His stomach turns the air,

The hope flies in despair,

He better may be running.

He should not be alone,

I should not be a hole.

He will be wondering

With no voice to be holler,

The ground is growing since then

But his not aware of him.

He’s not sleeping

But has a torturing mind.

Expecting only to be free

From his own self.