The early dose of caffeine
dons the costume of
fuel amidst the sleepy
blues of oblivion.
As I huddle up
in the balcony
to observe the rain
wash away the nights'
miseries away and shine
the light on my soul and the
dreams that remain a mystery.

The leaves dance
But there's no one to adore 'em
Cause they are busy watching the naked shows
The flowers blossom with haughtiness
But there's no one to adore 'em
Cause they are busy adoring the cute girls on the pavement
The birds sing with the melody of the wind
But there's no one to dance to the rhythm
Cause they are busy singing  the obscene
The tide brings in the treasure of love and luck
But there's no one to steal it
Cause they are busy stealing the soulless money
the meadows are waiting to be embraced
But there's no one to caress it
Cause they are busy making masked love on sheets of silk
They can't adore the nature
cause it's too busy for them...............