In a Foreign land,
You stand in front of the sun.
Sitting against the wind, and ignoring all the signs.
Is it painful enough?

Chores:
Free yourself, from the bitter drops of mind.
On you burning tongue, it's coming back,
To prove you right from wrong.

You walked in peace,
Almost like you've hover down the road.
With no pockets of hope,
In your own turned up world.
Now do you really feel so though?
Tell me is it painful enough?

I laugh at you protests
As you burn your sparkly path.
But still remains one question left
Are you my dear sufferer victim of your on faith?
Are you painful enough?