Where is the near short cut?

Where is the near short cut?

With a knife scissor and gun

I took the road where I m completely blind deaf

My life has new characters that I’m not   familiar with

Where is the near short cut?

Is it a new page, word, smile

Or one with nothing but me ruling in my Nile

No words can be written and no notes hitting

Where is the near short cut?

I have no color no face no heart

Translucent to the rays of sun

What is sun if I cannot see?

And what are rays if I don’t even feel

Waiting for me to paint my fear

Who are you, wait are you my short cut?

Although the knife won’t cut the nearest canvas

I can cross the nearest sadness

To reach my blank me with honor

I’m building my temple shelter and me is the donor  

The one I gave up to fate once my brain drained

I went down and caught the pieces of cutting knife

What is steel if I don’t die?

What is concrete if my temples sigh?

No I’m wrong... My temple will always fight

Because me is no more signing for a short cut

I fear it now

Oh wait …

Where is the near short cut?

Where are ball, pencil and sand?

All I can see is blind

All I can feel is hard

Where is the near short cut?

The cut the knife won’t recognize

The short with no Taylor can design

Wait do I mean what I mean

Or am I losing my short cut dice

Oh my brain …..You fooled me twice