Our lives are black
And white
Who is the black?
Who is the white?
Nobody knows the
Rejects are there
My burners are out

Too many things have
Happened yet till
Today you welcome me
Am I special?
Or is it your kind
Heart? For I have
Been digging my own
Grave though I never

You took the time
And rescued me
Yet I still question
You about your actions
From our unexpected
Encounters which you
Seemed evil yet you
like an angel

That has never ceased
When am aimlessly
Digging my grave
Don’t take yourself as
The fortune teller
It’s just your luck