I live in a fairy tale where no end exist,
I live in a world where no man did.
I think of thoughts none too many,
I search for fantasies sought by few.
Looking ahead on a barren sea;
Soul less as vacuum,
Empty as space,
Black and dense like no life in it.
Staring blankly through the sky like rain on summer
Dry, silent, dusty and scorched in heat.
Wishing a whisper or a rush of wind,
And as likely as it was waiting in vain.
