they

It is your eyes
I long searched
-Unexpected-
Plucked my soul
Out of fear

Streets

The graveyard of wasted lives
On the gains of a day.

search

Through the adverse winds
and confused seas,
I tried to keep a straight helm,
wandering from bay to bay
-looking for you.

do

not all you can

?

does the king or pomp
lead the way?

it is over. who still sits
in the bay?