The mirror of life –
created out of dust,
tell me a single word.
dreams are dying on the road,
opportunities suppress by others –
not important anymore.
Whatever you say, whatever you mean,
I can not feel it, anymore.
My tongue is tide and fixed,
I am mute, I am deaf or even dead.
My inner soul whisper,
so put the shackle down.
A small light reacts in my direction,
a swirl presses me down, can’t breathe anymore.
Where am I?