Tearful talk

Clouds of thought, increased emotions
Hearing of indifferent cries
On the shores of consciousness, just roaming around
Don't know who is who.

Oh the mind today, what are you dressed up
Whose heart are you tied to?
As neat as it is, as tight as it is
The desire just moves away.

At dusk, at dawn, remain immersed
Seeking for the drip
On the way it was late, just manipulation
Darkness enclave.

Tearful talk, leads to chest pain
Which is not understandable
Imaginary happiness, crying chest
That is what has been decorated.