Strokes of hues laid here beneath,
Scream the sound a crowd can read
Every me, lives in a never-ending staircase
Head go dim and lit as the world spins wild
Here, lucky isn’t the famous child
Nor the baby born on a higher step
For lucky, is the mind with power
Fortune favors the mind with peace
What for are the stairs bordered with sturdy shoulders?
When one’s trained to focus gazing up
No matter how slow, no matter how little
If you’ll move and move, you’ll get there

Our different lives, our different views
She’d pack her bags and lace her shoes
I’d clean the brush, I’d squeeze the tubes
Oceans away,
She’d set up, I’d do interviews

As waves roll over
My nights grow shorter
Yet I’ll always stand on my cold feet
Sleep my nights sober
Tell and mean I so love her
Day by day, until forever
Taking steps, being better
In years, we’ll move closer
In time...

Words of a happy
So simple, so ordinary
We could’ve said, we could’ve read
Yet for our sake,
We’d rather not remember

Words of a happy,
Piling up phrases, I can see
Swimming through our irises
Eye to eye, we’d feel
We could’ve said, we could’ve read
Yet, world spins wildly
Hurting now seems routinary
Timing’s just unkind to the unlucky
So...
Maybe I’ll just see you again someday
Till “happy”, becomes...
A safe feeling to portray

Her and her indomitable will
She’ll bend and burn, and will stay still
For she, who can endure, can conquer
The patient, is the hopeful growing flowers
A squat in the storm, a breeding of power
A trailblazer who can also be a follower
And in time, you’ll see
What an ache of a disciplined could be
Beneath the curves of a tired bending body
The prize of her and her indomitable will

Yes, might be
To think is such a responsibility
The less curious won’t read
Won’t  mind, won’t care
Might be complacent, maybe unaware
But how come you’re still here?
Stirring thoughts beneath my phrases
Holding me, through your mind in ages
If soulmates are unreal
Surely we won’t believe it
For certain, I know you feel
So surreal yet so real
Come, bury us down with what we deserve
You and me, in this slow spinning world

I know I shouldn’t be
Fitting in to what I hate to see
Spending time and energy
Useless lines, so temporary
Her and her every night parties
When she gets sad, there’s suddenly me
Oh God, She remembers
I somehow make her happy

Mind’s pitch black
Thoughts’ upside down
She yells and screams
She smokes and thinks
Dancing life through her makeshift joy
I should allow, as her happy toy
A total opposite
To my depths, to my flames
Her and her every night parties
A perpetual bleed to my agony
I beg, please let me sleep