Wander down to the broken shore

The weight of one to many wars

Another vision to ignore



Apart from ardor

Tied up hands

A deeper water will expand

A million dreams on the floor

What next



Another moon is gone

Slipped by the fallen wilted sun

I know, though I cannot run

Pulled down by ordinary means



A growing laughter in between

I feel another day is done

All movement ends



The time it's gone

Waves have no memory of the warmth

And another day is done



Apart from ardor

Tied up hands

A deeper water will expand

And another day is done