riding again

i've been walking a long time all alone,

faces i knew all along are now strangers that i never met before.

surely no1 misses a memory anymore.

a new born baby and a dying old man,

lot of faces change in a lifespan.

being dead or lost is no1s concern to seek.

all those unfulfilled promises has taken its toll.

when the walls are creeping in

and you are polishing your own guillotine.

the unborn child and the unsung prophecy.

he who walked the wire had to take the fall.

revolution against new mankind,

he stood all alone.

now solitude is his new found friend.

though he talks to all, he is seldom heard.

even if they are standing arms in shoulders,

they dont seem to find him there.

the road was not taken and the shift of destiny.

though the way doesnt look similar at all.

poison ivy has scaled the great walls.

but he's sure some1 has been there before.

when the path of return was lost and when the key was thrown,

he was on his own.

though he wished he wasnt there,

he walked back in when he reached the door.

the mighty sun is eclipsed by the serene moon.

the thorny road is well light by hungry eyes.

the holy pilgrims slaughter in the name of the god.

some fond memory is tearing him apart.

solitude in mind is shadow to his soul,

it goes whereever he goes,

the 3 frames of time are just the reflection of one another.