March 31, 2008
The wall, the wall, it seals itself
Clamming up all Hope, Closing up all Fate
Glances exchanged, confessions made
Yet still, all is but a melancholy arcade.
Will we see the end thus far?
Pray tell, pray tell
For uncertainty and darkness cloud
Even Light which invades only blinds
Seek and ye shall find, seek and ye shall find?
Things to be said, whispered fables in ears
All but facades of what might be, never to be materialised
Afforded care and special treatments
Are but special in the eye of the beholder.
Oh what despondency, this wall.
This invisible wall, which destroys our Hopes and Fate.
This invisible wall, which crushes all Dreams.
This invisible wall, which is but artificially made.
Traveller fell apart at 1:48 AM