Sleep is my favourite foe.

It's always those unpredictable nice people,
Who inspires me so much to become like them.

Yesterday I was racing in a car,
The night before I was swimming, skydiving,
One night I became a photographer,
And a dancer some other day,
Beautiful dusk passed in the rhythm of my guitar, the next moment I was playing drums,
I was never a passenger on my bike at night,
Roads were also empty surprisingly,
Never mind I was a pro fighter the night before,
I wonder what will happen today,
I feel like going bungee jumping,
But the nightfall has not come yet,
And I guess there's a reason why they are called "dreams."

Your new version is pretty and tough,
Your changes make me proud enough,
But something inside me tried to peep,
That old little innocent silly blooming you, which is already buried so deep.

I don't understand people,
Who are sooo great at their work,
But so bad in behaviour and lifestyle.

There are some things,
No one except our mom can understand.

In the end,
My mother,
Is the best solution.