I can see every cloud passing
not just a fleet, but every bit of sky
It can be a non-descript end
When did it ever begin; what’s left to defend
I just feel there is no shallow or hollow
When there is no solidarity with the field
Who can question me, when there is nothing to listen to?
Even the whistle of time has fallen behind
A vision of Paradise would have never been my shine
Even the sun has seen its life on the line
Do you think the maverick always had means?
The holes in his methods are no longer what they seem!
I am no fire, no wind, no earth, even ether got sold to treachery
How do I know what’s left of me?
When there’s nebody that I plan to meet!
I won’t be working and walking anymore
There is also no water beneath!
Forget the walking, when I’ve put the silence in my feet!
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