The heart kept beating
The wind kept blowing
As I sat 'neath the moon
With no stars glowing.

With my gaze fixed
at a solitary star blinking
I calmed my heart
But the mind kept thinking.

What is my life?

What is my life
but a stroll in the dark                                     
through thorny bushes
in some dead grey park.                                                    

What is my life
but a bunch of mistakes                                 
a house of cards
sinking with these quakes?

What is my life
but an endless confusion
between who's real
and who's an apparition?

What is my life
but a feeble attempt at poetry
chained and shackled
longing to break free...

And the heart kept beating
And the wind kept blowing
As I sat 'neath the moon
With that one star glowing.