Find Me

Looking beyond the glass, it shattered

Looking outside the window, it fluttered.

Seeing nothing but red, but red...

Seeing something. That led...

Falling alone in dreams and dreams

Falling down the hole with nothing but films.

Fearing nothing but lies, but lies,

Fearing nothing. Am I awake? Time flies...

Smelling the sweet fragrant scent of the Red Rose,

Smelling the flowers that surrounds it, the sweet taste of prose.

These are what happened to him.

Now where is he?