I want to be a skilled potter,
But, upset at some Social-Sculpture.

I want to change them,
Want to fill with the colour, as I selected.

"then how can I forget the law of potency"

Without destroying the existence of it,
I can not give the shape I want, and can't fill colour as I expected.
#thought

If the moon disappears,
I'll break my every stars.
For the unpeaceful appearance,
Will ensure her smooth attendance.
#thought

The night still waits for,
****** moon, A drunk car
Coming soon, Uncertain star
Take a way, So far, So far...
#thought

Hiding in the clouds,
A moon and her smiles.

She always stares at me,
Like watching my all actions.

Of course, my friend:)
She may not know about my floors.

But, I get the sight,
Of her soft and calm imaginary drivels.
#thought

As long as I am alive,
I’m able to cover myself.

Please, just be able,
To cover my corpse bluntly.

You covered my head,
But, my legs are left open.
#thought

Changes are the primary rule, or just a complement? of this society,
No one not sure about that, but sure about it:)
If, you are part of the change, you are ****** accused of this activity.
#thought

Those drops of rain,
kissing the lips of the earth.
Fragrant smell, scattered all around,
after a long time ago, my smile is there.

But, it prevailed commendably,
it was also imprisoned in the walls of glass.
Now, doesn't take a long time to smile anymore,
just a fair price to be settled with the way to pass.
#thought