The haze
Sleepy daze
Walk, no walk
Smoke from a burnt cigarette 

I can read
Whatever you offer

Experience I want of yours none 
I have nothing hence to share

If you see foot steps in sand,
Wait for the tides, they might be of some help

On my bed 
Sleep sleeps no more
Some sounds they come
They go

When a self walks away
From a self
I would still not be able to say
I'm free to you.