I could feel the speechless held in my mind
I could climb, but I don't want it; 
I don't wanna move, but I am not comfortable with the present
Kicking out everything that is not belonged to me
I don't wanna hold it if it is not truely mine
yet I know it is only an excuse

I am trying to produce an extreme in my heart
The extreme that could rescue everything
I am boob to think it would only arise when all noise has gone
I pretend I don't know it is just next to me
Making myself as innocence, so idling away
How foolish am I ?
I am trying to wait for nothing
An answer from a number divided by zero