I was always on the barren side
Never in the habit of having connection
Looking for the crossroad that will divide
The never past from the futuristic impression

Sound-proof, untouchable and untouched
Relation was never a point to discuss
The stillness of thought has planted much
Of the fear that has turned me to disgust

Even when you're near, you're still so far away
Because the courage has drifted
And when it's still the thought of the day
The estrangement will be fitted

Stay again in my brain, feel my dark internals
Make the light come through the grave of being
Try to save, but it's too late, it's already infernal
The having is here, staying with no meaning

When will I have? When will it be?
The question never fades, it's forever with me
Happiness is the share of others and the rest
But I, I will never find the nest

(Giving up?...probably not...)