For how long she thought she’s not blind
Now she’s certain she’s been following the handicapped
And as the light comes to another light
The road appears less flat
Dirty road, yet very clean!
For people’s shadows have been washed out
People were different, even so
It’s not a mere confusing dream
For how could they manage to escape
That naive ugly uniform that used to shape
The -what so called- self-esteem
To judge those folks, she will be blamed
For she has no shadow and they must be obeyed
And as she remembers those old days
When she used to follow the shadows in her ways
The shadow follows the weight they say
but her city has knighted the fray
She’s now certain; her city lost its weight
For The one and the plenty, did lose their ways
And as she knows she can’t carry on
She tried so hard to focus
On that seldom-seen
Where the trees -since so long-
have lost their green
Weird thoughts were running
In and out of her mind
and As she was trying hard
To shape them in beautiful lyrics
The darkness colored the sky
-slightly different by then-
Too dark, yet too bright
