Circling my mind,
I find a motion to express
a well-grounded distress.
In time everything fades,
moving out is moving on.
So what's beyond the gates of lost cities left behind?
I catch a glimpse of abandoned homes
which cross my mind over time.
A heart beat seats itself inside
each corner of quiet longing ease.
Houses to appease each of our needs,
and the value of a moment is the difference
between chaos and peace,
