Feel

I feel your breath,

in a distant past, 

jumping to the present,

a freezing moment,

recall,

or a illusion,

a sweet screen, 

in your heart.

 

In the mirror,

I look to see,

this Glory Box,

inside me.

 

Unchained.

 

Intention,

combines,

with reaction

to the soul.

 

Tired,

of cipher,

that only make sense,

in my mind,

followed by the nonsense

behind.

 

In silence,

this questions,

remains.

But

I have to leave, 

it is the other path,

I should know, 

turn out the lights,

so I can Run and Go.

 

Never care for tonight, right?