Stand alone on the plinth with billion to share,
A cold laugh within to bare the plentiful eyes watching;
End up talking myself, with a smile and approval in
expression.
Is there a crowd to hear my voice, I ask always
No to realise, it’s I and always I to respond and re-respond to oneself.
unaided journey on
this highway, success and failure is you who see;
illusion of hear and see of many, unrealistic is the colour
of presence.
A walk with union was a topic to confer, how I find myself
alone with no start and no end;
This contrast brings a perplexity to exist but, aren’t we all
same in the race?
When stage is set with limited authority to talk, walk,
reason to assess; we learn -
World seen by us is through us!
Now playing - One of the few, Pink Floyd
