Lone ranger, only friend a gun.

Lost in translation.

Lost in amidst adaptation.

Sceneries change.

Golden leaves translate into bare slates.

Earth adapts, evolves.

Buried deep under root, one sleeps in agony.

Forgetting -

that death is not the only manifestation of true love.

The illusion collapses -

Like a lung, devoured by cancer.

Love is a sickness -

With each sound that breaks I think of you.

Go away. Find a cure -

Putting on an act, I stray.