He is you
He roams around the silent streets to the Ocean of infinity He laughs, he cries He urge every passenger hiding the hurt in his eyes... He belongs to this world Yet no one is his to hold Mirrors were never his best friend The colours of the rainbow doesn't converge in his eyes ... His voice is not clear as a cuckoo bird His feet burns as he walks in a fiery sun... Through every blackened cloud he tries to find the- Fugitive moonlight He even hear a gentle murmer in the soundless stirring of the wind He could gaze a gentle lizards moment in the utmost sleeps He is the tryisis He is the ancient mariner... He is you, he is me...