Sometimes really wonder
how much longer I could hold the monotone
as the soul separated from my own
living existence
put off the fire of excitement
so not to to backfire
light up the ashes of sorrow
so not to be trashed

It is neither cool or warm sometime
It is part cold and part hot
The tone is only for re-balancing
when I need to tune myself from outside
with the shadow of God
or the fabricated 3rd me
not the loyal follower like my own shadow
who couldn't get awayt from the control by light