The vagant dust of existence made a home in my mind.
Everything that i once knew is now just a void thought
So all the walls that i once built, just fall and crash
The roof that kept me safe from the rain of bad ideas is no longer keeping me dry.
All my skin is now heavy and i feel cold.
Years and years of personal work just turned to a memory.
A lived moment and something that was in my head.
Is just time lost,like all the efforts i once done.
In one hand i could be a king, in my own land.
In the other hand i am the jester, the clown, the hunted and the servant.
