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"
You may see the other version of "Grey Prince" by Richard Lamoureux