Blind, reality Love, eternity Passion, sexuality Divine, spirituality Man, disability Mind, Virtually Life, immortality All in the poem possessed The claim of nothingness But it’s true in the next morning When you will wake up Heading to where you want But a sudden feeling tell you Everything has changed since now and before How that make you go on You are wandering thorough Street You have lost someone You don’t know who he or she is Someone has been lost Overlooking from window cars See people masked by their own lusts Between those high buildings Thorough those traffic lights Around suburb, hanging around malls It seems the one you’re looking for It’s you; there is no one to find yourself You’ve thought since then You wish, you could find the one The point you’ve been lost Wait…like the others wait So life became is Like dots …………………………. Make it never end ………………… After each dot there is another dot …………………………………….