Finders are keepers,
I found your heart first.
27/2/2019

What is it about change
That we often find hard to accept
Even if the old one was full of defects
Or if the new one is the old rearranged
We still somehow get thrown off
But come what may,
Humans will always adapt!

Our unkempt garden,
dad shoves the lawn mower,
talks about our roots.
27/2/2019

Between thick foliages
sunlight strives to reach
down to tiny shoots

Rain on me,
I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
I am tired of fighting but I will not sleep.
I refuse to be reigned and I refuse to be a sheep.

Rain on me
and show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me
because it has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me.
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.

Beautiful life
when you can stab anyone with a knife
it is an existence
with constant silence
a poor reality
with stable brutality
all have consciousness
still so lifeless
life is filled with foolishness
though full of ungraciousness
it can be painful
yet so graceful