Identity…

Cracks are expanding deep in Earth and on the moon surface
Nothing in life seems to be complete
Nothing seems to understand what's behind the mask
Nothing seems to observe the taste of the flowing beat.

I left my wallet back home
I walked bare-footed in the empty streets
I rolled down the jasmine seeds
I breathed the bird's victories and retreats
And yet nothing seemed to be complete.

I left my identity on the dusty desk
Stored all the missing puzzles inside
Tried to catch a wandering risk
Circled around the clock looking for a number
All I found is a sub-man lost in a cave of slumber.

When the shadows of butterflies locked my tears away
I threw the rancor rings in that rusty closet
I stepped ahead toward the garden way
And beyond the horizon I planted a bay
There the North Star whispered a secret I can't betray.