I tripped

I slipped

Like wind blown

Loosing sense of self.
 

The temporary took over

With the power of now

It confused the owner.

 

And so far,

Head ahead

They blow

All the layers of persona.

 

Shimer pearl

Pulse of light

It’s my core

See me back.

 

Can you see the glimpses of it?

Can you understand it’s rhythm?

Like a train, a thought

another train

Temporary sweeps me off - my feet

Next stop Angel