If only my camera could see,
What my eyes could.
A painting made by the nature.
Sky of blue spread in,
Like watercolors.
Clouds of red and orange,
Smudged like in oils.
White mist and birds,
Standing out like acrylics.
The details I see,
Sunshine on coconut trees,
Thunderstorms in the evening,
Stars poking in,
With the peace of sunset.
I dream of becoming one,
With the beauty that I see.
Stand tall and still,
Like the mountain hill.

Why do we feel strong,
By doing those things that are,
Meant to be masculine.
Is it because we were,
Oppressed too much,
That when we finally do those,
We feel powerful.
Or were men scared,
That we'd be too powerful,
If we did all what they could.
So they put a tag-masculine,
And prevented the women.

In search of ladybugs,
Cause my life is in shambles.
Lost the hope,
No energy to cope,
Down the *****,
I'm losing myself,
Daydreams are eating me,
Glued to phone,
I'm losing me.
My goals are leaving me,
And I'm tired of chasing them.
I forgot who I am,
I lost myself.
So let me pull the anchor,
Let me move faster,
So I'd get myself back.

The smell of home,
Has left my bedsheets already.
The color has faded,
They have become pale totally.
Maybe I shouldn't have washed them,
Or dried under the sun for too long.
But I use the same detergents as in home,
Wash them the same way like we do,
But I don't feel the same under these,
Like I used to in my dear lovely home.
I miss them again today,
I miss you my family even more.