Steps.

I have been walking,
Through streets paved with words,
I picked up a word, wrapped it in skin and bones,
And I had a thought without a soul.
Like crocodile's tears,
Acid rain, democracy and chaos galore.

I have been drifting,
Through cities of silence,
Nobody speaks,
Nobody listens,
The people just sit and stare at the city square,
And stare at me till I can almost hear the silence break.
And, I drift away.
Away from the noisy silence,
I drift away to the melody just beyond the hill.

I have been searching,
Looking for the man I wished to be,
Between the word of God and the Gun,
I choose to sleep.
Yes, I committed the crime,
The unforgivable one,
And now I am left with nothing,
Nothing but the thought of new tastes and touch.


I have been wandering,
looking for the new sin,
A new sin for a new day,
I will repent at my death-bed,
For now, I will be wandering from the morning to the noon.