Grateful

All is smoke above the cards
The more we want someone to call home ;
Abandoned soul reminds of being chased, haunted and caged by the chaos of this world.
Me , myself and I are the characters i perform,
To remain empty handed in this sinful playground.
Till all my masculinity perishes in vain, seeing the tombstone of my mother.
I am just a child walking this fool's paradise,
Knowing that we aren't going back in a timemachine to hold each other's hands.