LOST IN THE VAST NOTHINGNESS
/ 2 October 2020
Open eyes, taped mouth
Open mouth, blind eyes
He faces on the north while his eyes on the south
He talks aloud; words full of ice
Land of promise, sea of treasure
Destination to south but heading to north
Who put a blindfold, who change the route?
Who can give this a cure?
Destiny’s so cruel; hand’s merciless
Purposely tied in a golden chair
Still calling this game fair?
Still lost in vast nothingness.
