flow

humming through my ears
into the deep of my reflection
bring memories of the old days
when living without crate .

talking alone in silent
nobody to comprehend the haunt
every worry out misshapen
still nobody notice the sound
psychedelic age of present
born free out of the new world
even the same , addicted
for me it just a leftovers .

ordinaries
but none the less
irritating to survive for nothing
wonder what will they archive ?

war from the ancient time
continue by luck , fate
maybe destiny
black raven on a rotten corpses .

for i'm replaced
world has nothing more
so i walk for a journey
into the unknown land
leaving friends and foes
to search light of freedom
words written in a lost scripts
remain unchanged , as time flowed .

humming through my ears
into the deep of my wisdom
still reflect those old stories
when i did lived in crate .