Canto do CAN

Wear the crown, while the crownless wears the world, whereas the naked stalk the prey, the prey has eaten the flesh forlorn, naked, laid barren. Cross the words, that entangle, the various mistakes we seem to follow, the sensation of touching loneliness, while, whilst, among it all, freedom has been left adjacent to what we’ve mistakenly made as man, we have damaged as humans. I feel the sensation of none belonging, there are no roots that seem to hold me down, where I should follow, I have no way, where I should stay, I dare not dwell, for every monster might come out, might want to stare down, might want to shake what has been laid barren, the mistakes made, by the hands that dared touch, while we stare, forgetting, fading as we hide from loneliness. We created our own void, our own damage, our own karma. We scrape the barrel, try to sound off in pride, decide to pay the price in mockery, whenever we look back, our past self will look back and cry, I think not as myself, my past mad...

Since you've asked for the why, when the unturned eyes, meets the mind, longing to see. A sun dive, down the color, a ring that claps with solitude. A mark, left unchecked, that claimed the life of those whom denied, the lost have confirmed. A jobless memento, where the clear clouds, seem to dim away, the settle of vision, has been denied. A wave, came, washed away what could be, there is not a single trace, left behind, so says the sunset over the hills and the dancing shades that bask the ocean. I tended to sleep, a sleepless job, a silent whisper that I’d deny, such would be the intention of attention I would seek, fear, avarice and malcontent. I tend to stargaze, I get lost in it all and as such I walk the sands, these same sands, seem cold by moonlight, as the monolith of time echoes and bellows the changing fate. I’ve buried the hatchet, seems if it was a war, it turned down into a scuffle, if it was a scuffle, it turned into a buzz and as a buzz, it seems to have faded away....