O God no
Not this song again
Not this same old melody
Which bores me like forever
On the road, pub, shops

May so be it
Life will be it
Love will also be it
Music will sing it
Rituals will be a part of it

My favorite
Kind of people
Are poets,
Writers
But I respect

today make a trail for us
to follow, eat like a poet so
you would digest words
think like a poet and never
believe to be wrong, dress like a

How will thine love as handful,
is it as hate would make a flare?
Heart would be burned into dark as
But some will bare to inhale
The smell.

Now, as you may have seen
When old, young or when with
Someone as days and weeks goes on,
I do not know how our love is shap
I do not know what my coming will

We dine and make living out of lie
Yet, we failed to have feelings th
Sometimes we walk on the path of u
We drink with the straw but with m
We curse,

We’d hope to say what they meant
As we have seen them come and go
Sprouting the heart of the lonely
Cruising the bell and towing the l
They’ve pour their wisdom, fears,

Under the stripped trees in a pear
Winter, there i found a white blos
Dropped in a muffled sound-like
And it formed
A surface,

A drunk man once asked me
Do you write?
And I was like yeah
I can put words together,
He looked at the cup he was holdin