The work of a master craftsman Hand-drawn lines with his chalk
This colourless life; the clouds
Sewn, glued, slapped on top,
An amusement park for human beings Timelessly waiting at the terminal For a joyful journey to imagination
Darkening water, Moments of strife, A shiny, black river dies, Betrayed by the life
Visions so blurry, a frame that's tilted