"I find myself, in bits of dark and gray
The shriveled consciousness with the marks of "twit and wit"
I don't know what brought me here
But the sun's rays sing to me like the harking hummingbirds
'Oh it's death day, It's death day'
But I don't hear them call
I'm writing sorrow to the temperal winds of silence
They don't feel me
I guess is good bye"
Copyright 2003 Sirazum Islam
