Silence builds an intrepid thread,
as I walk around reality.
Riding on the saddle of dread,
buckled to humanity.

Like sailing on high waves in sea,
balance, an uncertainty.
I’m calling out, “just take me,
to a kaleidoscope of sanity.”

The mirages in the desert of time,
Ephemeral, no word beside.
I shall live one more distant life,
where there will be no respite.