Walking slowly, head high while looking towards home,
I looked like a young child in a trance enjoying a hot bath filled with foam
But only the precipitation knows I'm oblivion to my environment, not minding it's gloam.
All I want to do is to release the pains, cos I don't want to turn to a gnome

I looked up to the sky with a red eye,
asking the heaven for a reply to my uncertainness.
pleading to the seven clouds to heal the wound in me
But all they...