Good, and hungry
Underneath my metal bones
I'm doing good.
Just hungry
Care for a cup of tea?

A winter wish to weather away

A summer urge to burn
Leaves of pages I cannot read

There's little I understand,

you know?

I saw a sea of faces
Beautiful, beautiful
Wide eyed. Narrowed. Scholars and sighs
I follow the red bricks and nature's green
But now as I close my eyes
I want new ways of how. Kaise?
Just some words on a wordless day.