"You look tired my friend". He trew the words like a prophet
"My eyes won't stay open", mostly a drunk whisper

And he pushed me,
Into a paper filled alley

"Comfortable" I mumbled.

Being stripped in what seemed like hours

The old news cut into my back. Dreams of war long pushed aside

He told me "Little princess, it is the flute of the watcher,
The dancing Martyr, one sneeky little bastard.

I never did understand what he meant,
But I never did cast aside - Chance

"It surely does not taste like a flute"
.A sour but sweet taste
Filling my mouth with what seemed like thousand searching lives

"It has been searching for the right mouth to blow it"
A grim smile, but somewhat sad eyes looked down at me,
So pure cleansed, A troubled mind put on hold for a second.

I did my part on this journey, sand covering my tracks.

"One hole makes a whole"
And he left me...

In stepped a man unfrightened to put the warm city light behind him
.Face painted black and white.
"It makes the common man, trust his beliefs on life"

He said so without me even saying anything

Picked up from the uncomforting remains
Of the worlds latest flaw,

His smile was painted wide and I saw his eyes the color of onyx

" Hind sight makes you nothing, but see the bad in times lost.
There was once a proud nation, we saw more beyond one' God beyond one' leader,
Beliefs seperated to makes alot of truths"

I wept and I did so for hours.

One question eating my mind:

Why do some think mimes fool, when they are able to touch the Invisible Wall

Right infront of you ?