Downpour at midnight,
of thoughts allergic to daylight.
Have the journeys made me wiser?
Or have I killed the best advisor?
Killed the reason sublime,
Or freed a spirit locked away in time!
I was happy until I knew it won't last long,
I was happy until I knew I still don't know where I belong..
No words for - What? Why? When? or How?
No words for - 'Where are we now?'
