Ear.

You are a betrayal to my soulA finite to my eternityphysical in my psychic metaphysicalityyou don't speak my languageyou improviseyou improvise to make it your own

NamasteI see youI see the shadow your light thunders I see the real and wakeFake the stories you make

You don't melt in the rainYou take cover

You don't shine in the lightIt's all aluminum underYou're not the path I need to takeAn obstacle I have to faceA potential outcome I have to eraseThis is not my wayAnd you're against every promise I have made

Applauses you makeAll in the same wordsDo youDo you really understand my shadowsor the appearance you go forreal eyes closed

Enough data you gatherStillStill I give you more than you fearBlack novemberMy path is no bed of rosesNo eternal light

I am the undone changeChanged for all to change allyou're not my wayI shall at once rideRide far away my wayFrom your pendulum hay

At times I wonderIf we hear the same voice from that whisperPerhaps Perhaps you arrayNot ever to hear

Just maybeTo rear To rear in your own.