Am I Still the Same

Soft napkin the floor is touching White and forgotten on the ocean's bottom As my second untouched soul As my life is searching an unsigned tool Marbled and cold at the maximum level That empty sound to hear, can I be able? Arrangements in squares or circles Build your mind by the crosswords Like a balloon reaching for the vivid sky, Moving my body like a robot arms, but why? Changing my thoughts as leaves of a tree, Closing my heart in a chest, so I can't see; Still chasing the past like a savage creature… You can't blame me for this strange feature.