Ashes and Eyelashes

I see strangers with my face
Wave at me from afar
They line the luminous city
With knowledge in their hand
While I am fishing for sequin sardines
Left upon the land 
In my mind the caltrops stops
Every thought that grew from ground
For Promethean parentheses 
My open mind is unsound 
I shift and sway, I shift and sway 
Holding on to sweet yesterday
For the World’s decree
Is that dreams are free
But to breathe life in them
I have to pay

Pauper with papers 
I write of thousand priceless things
I have feathers made of vapours 
But that does not make them wings
So I turn around and retreat
When it’s time for me fly
For who would lend a lap 
When it’s time for me to die 
I have my fingers in the sand
And I am searching for lost time
Would I be shown mercy in the end
If I solved my own crime?