Something is menacing in every bemuse;
as something unspecified grows into my cranium.
flare of old remembrance transpire me into a nerve-racking feeling.
The boundary in my intellect has become slain;

The road I stride has become deceased;
as all subsistence commodity thing’s are lamented.
The only thing that exhalation is only the extinct zephyr.

I look throughout the globe I live in, and trying to find old rejoinder from the bygone.
None the less, it seems everything is away from
my palms of my finger’s.

The world is so vacate, and I feel delighted to be alive.
I trudged the mile each day to try to find the response from
the other side. It’s time to break away from this life, and join
the adrift immaterial side of the world. I will see you again on
the other side…. So long world, we meet again soon