Frames are falling from my head,
Creating a tunnel of frames,
A cave is paved.
– May I ask you your name?
– I’m no one. I will be one,
with you, soon.
– May I ask you your name?
– I am the act of cracking,
the undesirable one.
I crumble into your shoes,
so you desire to walk.
– You stole my roadmap.
– My roadmap is yours,
and yours is mine.
Thus mine is yours in intertwine.
– You stole my roadmap.
– You don’t need one,
you have crumbs in your shoes.