The shining perspective and the tears wet and cover your vision.
When you go the sun hang in the sky, but the moment you back always with dark night.
From the the one side to the other by the railway. With the stranger people and the stranger box of the train.
As the face you see so cold and hard as stone, somewhere you met, hold plenty hope that you can't see and never hear from those ones.
Who you take the best wish and the welling expect.
And when your vision looking through the glasses, the sight probably full laugh and glad but you, always.
Yes, you think and try but it would never allow to join the circle, and leave all of you behine.
As fall in a darkness box and bline, you try again and again and over again, work hardly to orintatin the enviroment.
But be rejecting and deny, you anxiuos wanna know why, the complete situation for why, and what does it matter till the end up.
It couldn't be finded, the mask covered one by one, never end or defence. You couldn't close to it, to understand it.
Or an cold as ice serface reason to make you silent, even the thorn and needles stand up face to you.
Stress you to lay back far and away, becouse it someone's privacy occupy it's all the reason and all the excuse.
All the rual thay declare is a lie for protect their self occupy, it's all the cure and sarcastic truth, seriously.
If you shuld laugh out for the stupid and silly fact? How to face the result? Everytime they emphesis the rual, the fair. and how to be?
Or all you can do is gove them a smile and virtal that you don't care, say that's OK, that's be find?
You trick yourself, but how to be, and how to face the truth when you face yourself alone.
When it's empty, and they still laughing but you sad in a corner, somewhere in the wide world.