It has been ended
The journey
For the love
To the moon.

There's no coming back now.

To the side of stream
A person walked wretchedly
For whom the love is worship
He's finding love's stockpile,
In a cyan dale
In a malachite of Madras
In the ocean secretly shallow,
But the reason he was quiet for
was the lithe dab love
making life inconsistent.

The more he lugged
The less he got
Turning him sidling
In any situation silent
Though it never caused pang
But never that happiness too
Exceptionally effortless
This dab love surely
Shrugged off his life.

Try
Even if the world doesn't

Try
Even if no one wouldn't

Try
Even if people say you shouldn't

For as long as you're happy
And no one gets hurt

The world will still turn
The world will still say words

So try, keep trying

Try until you're fulfilled
Until you can already say no
Until you find solace
Until you are at peace in your silence

We planted the forest to hide one tree.
We our drowning our fish to flood polluted seas.
Brothers, capturing others does not self free.
Mother Earth is dying. Sisters, hear her pleas.
Constructing iceboxes to contract the big freeze.
Cloning our society; the big keyhole squeeze.
Cancer floats in the air- Doctors begin to wheeze.
Father Time…
Look at what you´ve done to me.

the magic of isolation is
not to fall in delusion of
LOVE
HAPPINESS
and
ACCOMPLISHMENT!!