i seek Tranquility

Strolling around the

Soulful concrete

Mingling amidst the

Breathless soul

Shaping my golden tomorrow

Amongst the shapeless crowd

I seek tranquility

My slippers wither

And my hair goes grey

Walking amongst the shapeless crowd

Shaping my golden tomorrow

And I keep on strolling

Amongst the hollow souls

Which pretend to exist

Still seeking the tranquility

I hear the scream

And behold the horror

On this bed where I’m lying

For I’m about to exist

Beyond this shapeless crowd

And soulful concrete

Respecting the day and not the future

With entire tranquility.