Stale air

 Knowing what it is

To be a stranger to yourself

With you there

Breathing in the stale air

Knowing what it is

In transcending light

To live in a silent night

I cast gazes

With solemn irises

And the mirror looks back

Just as solemnly

A ghost of thought 

And sound

Knowing what it is 

To be a stranger to yourself

With you there

Breathing in the stale air.