Wind blows and flows in random lines, breezing, and weakening
Our minds fly above alpha borderline
Can anybody survive this line?
Bodies are drained; senses are trapped in a fuss
Is there anybody feeling like this?
These feet are going to be limped, but our some more kilos is still far ahead
Whether we like it or not, we get to the point between want and don’t want
Like and don’t like
Because we must
There’s no end
Drained until numbed
I am waiting the time when only my body is talking
In gesture louder than any voice
When sense and heart are no longer there to feel
Bending, we will surrender