Settling the river even to the breezw

I hear the ripples without the stone

I hear the drift without the gravitas

Lovely day isn’t it? Smirks the wickedness

“lessen the pace”, what an irrelevant race

Where is the pace? in my relative base 

Whirlwind to this journey, 

I twirl to the irrelevance, again smiling at my case 

Not to the vision, not to the smell, not to the audio 

It is the sensation in the midst, 

It is a truth to my cognition

And its the shines to my feels

There’s nothing wrong with the route

I know how lovely it is, 

Lies there the wickedness,

 I know there’s a different significance 

It's the lovely presence and an ugly vision 

Vision again to my question mark, 

I lie there with the shouting  equivocal

I tie there with a monotonous knot 

I am diverged again, I am bouncing again

I misplaced my compass, I strayed from my path

In a format of no impact, 

Nothing to push, yet I was pushed

Nothing to pull, yet I was pulled