The Gray Prince of Romance

I set my foot on the saddle of heart But all were shaded, blurred, and scratched meaningless I heard a whisper and tempted Who was wandering within the fog? This world seemed to be collapse ... Or was it hiding? Would it be stated in the relevant of logic and a conscience? The heart says yes The cavity of mind says no A contradiction which fails to take the truth as the end of a fact Lips say yes Eyes say no Will you be able to break through the hypocrisy which was anesthetized in it? This must be a dream ... And I hoped it would be ended as a dream ... A dream which described about a big whirl An endlessly linear which revolved upon a life Which I hoped I would never be involved But it was too late ... I am here, standing as the pivot of a dilemma ... For a moment I stood on my silence Try to analyze the situations ... For a sudden I speak to an empty room What are you searching for? Is it a black or white instead? And the breeze of wisdom back whispered "You're looking for an obsolete" "You're looking for the gray prince of romance" Author's Note: You may see the other version of "Grey Prince" by Richard Lamoureux