Q u i d a m

Where's my home?

Going through the dark alley,

Have you ever wondered one thing?

How is it like to see your end in front of your own shell?

Is it enthusiastic? Or will you wish for one last moment?

To grasp the end, to end the fears of Gladstone.

Floating on the paradoxical,

There won't be any fault,

Only a mere body, breathing in the air,

Aspiring for a few more moments.

But alas! It can't be heard.

The agora, the anticipation,

everything seems to blur away,

Something like haunting, now only

deaths of zany would be feared.

You ask me why? But can't you see the vague eyes?

Crystal clear, ocean dear!

Oh, that seems far away!

How illustrative can you be!

Facing the depth, you lay me on the grave,

Now there's only pedestal,

Sinking just deeper,

deeper and deeper.

I embrace the cold ground now

There is only one home then.