Forgetting old stories I tread
Vallies of imagination. I felt my
Heart lost in abject thoughts.
Is it my fault I found myself here?

Ghosts of my pasts beckons on me.
Though fears and respect are not equal,
I found myself questioning my existence.

What's life without a dad?
What's fate of a figure head soul?
What is the future of a traumatic loner?

I'm without a guiding angel.
I'm like a ship without a captain.
I'm like a vehicle without a driver.
I'm like a bird without wings.
No sight of you makes it difficult
Living in this nightmare.
I just journey in circles of mysteries

A maiden's efforts fades in time,
For she can only impact little.
In her closest she finds it difficult
Balancing the world's weight.
She is only left with a breath to maintain.

Nothing for a shadow,
Only lost nerves of balances.
For there are fates worse than death,
But Nature demands equilibrium.
Two heads are better than one.
Oh! Who shall help a dying shadow.

© The Whisper