When my eyes are closed, I am in a different world. When eyes are wide open, I am at a different world. The two worlds are apart yet connected. Being the thread of there connection, My heart and mind govern these worlds, And soul serves as a slave.
Like a stone I stand and see And then see some more. But always aloof or hiding the reflex. Gray is the life as the guise. Unheard, unseen but still a part, Inside the arduous crust beats my heart. Unusual reality of lone part.