I can easily escape inside my head -
hide away from the dreadful thread,
which intertwines unlike minds,
into a frenzy of blind leading the blind.
There is no avenue down which we can walk,
where people never stop to talk,
with judging fingers pointed all around -
feet never touching the ground.
Their lives are fleeting.
Dead hearts are beating.
Rhythmless souls numb to flight -
will they ever see the light?