Treasure Island

Nika Aidar


So, Who You Are, I'll Never Know.


Who are you man, standing front?
Maybe my captain, maybe just a stranger
Who are you man, looking for a hunt?
Maybe a light to me, when I'm in danger.
What you think of, man right there?
Dreaming, thinking, looking for someone
What you think of, man with curly hair?
Singing, screaming, showing soul to one.
What you feeling, truly dreaming man?
Solitude of dark, that face you up
What you feeling, hazel green eyeman?
Light of hope, that wakes you up.
So, who you are I'll never know,
I only guess and wait for life flow.

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013
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