Don't force yourself,
Life and rivers are better,
When they go with the flow.

Her eyes lie to me,
Shes perplexed in the mess,
That she didn't see.

New moon,
Dead burnt plaster,
Dried acrylic.

All these days I know I was a cloud,
Moving with the wind was all I knew.
Been going on with no fellow collisions,
Escaping all the mountains that I confront.
Smiling back while the sun smiles at me,
Despite carring the weight inside me.
I wonder, until when should I keep moving,
For me to become one with the river that's flowing.
I hesitate to move with the wind,
I stop and then the rain falls from me.
All the thoughts that weighed me down,
Flow down just to combine into a water body.
But I'm still left with a part of me,
That made me certain of my eternity.

The sky is so dark and sad,
I wonder why.
Is it because of Rapunzel,
Who's stuck to study?
In that lonely tower,
She's all alone,
With heaps of books,
And bundles of pens.
What will she learn,
When she's forced to read?
She dreams of running away,
Knowing the world,
Sleeping on that green grass,
Flowing like that free river.
She keeps dreaming,
Of the world behind the walls.
She keeps wanting to run,
Run to happiness,
Run to the days she feels loved,
Run to the life she wants to live.
But When will she?
When she's stuck just to study?