on the side of the street

train of people crawled into my vision

flashes of the sun comes in and out
but deep down there's black still

silence conquer subdivisions of echos
self capture own sound

focus fixed on a point infront
clearly see the unseen

senses gathered hectically
absorbed into inches of knowledge

purely satisfied by the creation of truth
lost in the founding of it

the black world is white
and the white ones fades...