Edited Reflections: The Docks
so that the mind can't think.
Harmony followed with a flow.
There is no chance to move,
nor is there any living.
It is as if breezes of life are departing the air.
It is how someone being trapped inside their mind,
unable to show any signs of life.
It is where feelings of loss and pain perish for a while.
On the docks of nowhere,
On the docks of nowhere,
birds fly over the horizon,
chanting melodious songs,
barely heard from afar.
A soul lies before a sea with vacant eyes open,
overwhelmed with confusion and doubt.
The eyes seem to have many questions... unanswered.