Unhidden and unarmed
I walk and fear no harm.
It's the judgement day
that's what I've heard.
They might love to slay
me or my vibrant heart.
But I walk on, a frightless soul
Coz my soul ain't that whole
it lays scattered in pieces
and some pieces are lost
in places so obscure that
it's better to keep them in dark.
From the lenses of the world
I seem full of life, and in me
none can catch a glimpse
of sorrow or a figment of fright.
I wonder what pumps life
through my vacant heart
what colors my blood or
what conceives my thoughts.
Is it this vacuum that
makes me bold and strong
to withstand the cold...
the cold sneers of the throng.
I fail to understand the mystery
of why I am not scared
Has the vacuum consumed me entirely
and left no feelings that scare me
or am I truly a frightless soul
(because I am a flightless bird)
I don't care about the destination
or what dangers await enroute
Coz the destination is unknown
and I know that I'll lose my life
on my way to one, so what is it
to be scared of? I can just fly
away and be dead on my way.
