As a wind I’ve sent to be free, shaking and struggling the trees.. May I moreover ask thee why thee say something that such a satisfying like that.
Am I emancipated separeted soul from it’s ody as you obligate..
Well I’m aimlessly flooding searching for a crowded happiness to fill my heart.
It’s the time to care about what you believe on, Looking at the mirror.. it’s right you, yes you can believe it it’s guarenteed.. it’s reality reflection (so what you waiting for?)
And even, when it reaches the edge.. you’re not obligated to explain and make them appreciate because they have to appreciate.. as they expect that either!
Everything is clear as everyone knowledges where he is located or belong, whether kitchen chair or a lawyer stairs..
It stick under your palms creation and..
The ornament is yours, moreover you shall concentrate on your goals!
Art is my disease and if you ask me what’s malady is about, Unfashionable lifestyle.. yes it is about.
The most advanced medication for this dilemma is,..
Better institute, that heals the fame.. with my head held up high over throught the veteran excpirence.
Round 24 hours, I breathe O2.. Round 12 pm hours taking our part in this life..
And round 12 am hours I slept lingering and steering across the milk road, who knows.. may be I’m just enjoying my daydream.
Whether else, between 12 pm and 12 am different time zones occors changes and forces struggles..
Shall you understand the estimation and the value of solidarity..
Or shall we not fight in case better not fight!
Well, well.. Why it is like that?
Before these few farce of words split out of your mouth, out of your oblivious and aslope minded head that “composed” these.. Just remember! It’s never too late to became brand new and all what you’ve passed or done is a final cut to your mistakable preview or a successful ones.. May be!
The symphony of this gloomy dark midnight sky is seems as blue as thursday’s morning sky.. that I thought would be much more ornamental as if I’m lonely this night, but unfortunately am I feeling the loss of this vacancy?, where no intend to watch the milk trail cause it’s will be no other, except me and these silver shining light of flying space stones named stars.
Nor songwriter or song producer.. I’venever been one of those twists, but the melodic tune of our song shall get the honor to be composed by the desire of mine.. for instant I’ll name it (you’re mine) cause I don’t have this passion to wait oh dear!.