A bit of macabre, I had been to many forests
Little riddles and a couple of animals hurled themselves
Of kilograms, of sureties and my travels brought me back
Seamed at the lengths of cat whiskers, take my whiskey and match the lions' proud gaze
And **** my softness, and sing my dancing mind goodbye, a boy in the forest
The little riddles often, turn up as jostling for the first word in the birth of the Sphinx
Too bad the one who has the last word is the winner, a riddle has been put of for well-fed and well-bred streams
The good and evil, the small-breaths of life count out my spoken silent footprints
What do spoken word and streams have in common?
A source for the force of nature, and battlecry beyond the firewall
A mirror of reflected futures, adding a proxy to the person someone loves their bright mornings on a jungle
A little benediction and derelicts would bring us to a halcyon jungle at the foot of the hill
Caves in passing, we found footprints in the muddied streams (ravines)
To rest in the places beyond the few-men of Irish streams, that flow in the penitent ones, case of passing freedom
We looked for a violent altercation to occur before left the reconnaissance, but, we had the time out of the lakes that allowed us to tread on leaves
I hope the basket wasn't yours, but, the places of tracing out a caution, but maybe, reaching for the firepower on stars
Crazed by the words beyond our grasp, and praying to worlds, the dedication is all in our hands or in the hands of the forest boy

My heart is messed up
When will my head know it is making stuff up too

Life can be made colorful
If you can be nice
About abolition of slavery

"You can't say love needs love.", they told each other
"No, but you can talk about the life and wings it gives to lovebirds." the plane soared over South America
"Have you been to Brazil?"
"Yes. And it was ”69."
"I am supposing you took the train."
"Well, they say you can find love anywhere near the seaside, now can't you?" he laughed and she found him reminding her of a quintessential  tequila sunrise
Though those two belong to different countries and the same Pacific

Breaking waves
Sifting winds
Sailing around
I roamed
Rafting with these broken oars
I still reach the shore
The message in a bottle
Gave me hope

A cop took your right to be silent
The day he held your breath
And promoted violence

Creativity and ambition is real
And the feeling of risk and intelligence
Are asking for damnation please, placidly
Birds among many things that chirp around your soul that wakes up the dead
Cheering up the party with the talk of apartheid, black and white
Competition is the last word, and talk of lost causes and intellectuality
Est mir leid
I'm up in my knees with Bukowski, they call me old-school Burroughs, the Kerouac rings in the philosophical Barry Manilow
Barry Levinson, please don't make my death bed, you're plot points make sense ambivalently too in case I touch upon Bacchus
The dichotomy of the bridling ***, I suppose you switched with the surface of the country full of dunes and locusts
The swamp of the divorcee storm saves it for the orgie and the promiscuous dollar ride and melee

I was expecting your call
Did you disturb?
In my sleep, without care or wait

I drew him
Eyelids closed
Beauty stayed
Like paintings
In a museum

Darling, I have formed a fortress
All the while I've known your womanly eyes
Trapped in a lack of expression, I am
I curse my fate and thoughtlessness
The seconds turn to hours every morning

Darling, it is like knowing love all over again
Taking away my power
It's just like knowing your heart
Differentiating it from the past

That barely expresses the constantly aching heart
As I kiss your lips, hoping we stay close
With each breathless second, like a lark to the day
You know I am out of life, in love all over again

I called captain Ahab
He told us to forget the whale
We told him to understand
If he was to drop the sails
Or we might as well belong in jail

The years turned to centuries
The jails were dead
As the Gods looked everywhere
They found me hidden under a chair
I said I was praying for death instead

Captain Ahab sat in the courthouse
The judge asked me why he didn't listen
I let out a laugh and said he does
They said you can't speak
You have to listen first

The streets were open
Captain Ahab sat next to me
The glass was filled too soon
The bartender said the car was here for free
He told me finish your drink, first then flee

The captain asked what was in it
It was empty
Isn't everyone full of themselves
He told me that everybody is empty
I told him because everyone acts the same, probably

I left breezin'

Let's bring real poets back
Wait I'm no scientist
But in poetry
That means something
With the right lyrics
You can find the hidden meaning
It's rearranged as
"Bring back poets"
In history
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit"
But you just realized the beauty
Of her
In all those poems
You attracted her attention
Which memory?
No, memories
Because she loves you that's
Why
I hope to find someone
The "same" as that someone
Might be you

Attica, Attica they cried on the main street
Are they breaking pig pennies or dogged bones
In the pigpen the cops tie up the good ones
With the black ones getting the kicks, often the disease

And black boots of Spanish leather rubbed out the compound
A crooked man, said the road's dead ahead
Some might complain
That ain't much too much, after all

Many try to put you in a lurch
They kicked the habit
Let God in and got out
Today they turned their cash to churches

Loose from scandalous air
The banks are broke
What have we got to lose?
It's now or never, as we despair

Earned himself bows and arrows from green-eyed cops
When he opened the platform for talk
He tightened the noose on his neck
He had paid his dues, shot in the back

Like his friends in jailhouse
Will he bury the hatchet
Hello, why don't you ask him?
Because he's in prison?

If they neglect the shock
Peeking here
Stalking there
They'll leave with their empty cold hands, bankrupt

I knew the bliss
In the knees folded in prayer
Pieces on your stomp bebop don’t burn the bedrock
In the room, rook on the board
Laconically talk to our forthcoming rights
To governance and growth, growing with each prayer
I learn how to pray for less sadness, and more eternalness
Moreover, we need you to be happy about having children
Christ in heaven looks on your soul with affection
The light baptizes the sacrosanct boy, and the girl I’ve known all my life
Is now praying with me and taking me to church

I don't want to be
Another statistic
So I pray
That I get a number
In some factory
As I rack my brain
On the prisoners' train

If I don't remember you
You will always have a place in my heart
Like a reflection in a cracked mirror
Endlessly looking at itself at each segment
Never looking at me, though
Poignant isn't it, that we are both broken

In a glass of snow
I stall the globe
In the whiteness
Of my sellout shows
And the circus cries
It's unfinished story

When I am
F
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E
F
A
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L
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Remember I am always with you

Having no imitation is no limitations, having no limitation as limitation
Where I'm sappy, saplings are in the process of creating and are applying themselves
A future in the natural sun moon and stars, blind and gay meteorite in the emotional content
Do not go gently into the good night, the blindness of the substance
Fresh out of luck, we are looking for a new order

Ran door after door, indoor substances, and randy nature
Looking for the freshness in the terms of endearment, searching
For something, in this life that knows no limits
If I were a writer, an analyst of humongous proportions
**** sun, and washed up lone stars in the cloudless climes
What's does it mean? It's just music to my ears

Midnight, she walks in beauty of starry skies
And we talk passions, in the cove in the water by the bench, the ceiling talks to us, in themes and motivating motif, Berkeley bars with French-Canadian on their walls, on the road with John Locke talk about liberalism in market economies

Capitalist summer, capitalist winter, we are still working for the sisters next to our daughters, asking if we change it like is or make out the answers out to falling bombs, leave in silence or do not talk about Hakagawa bows
The thin shade of watered bushes in the iridescent stars of being and she said we should go to the Phoenician Lands look for dull weather, I'm too old for this greedy flame
Boy sobs! In the starry dynamo! In the stairways, last cries on the road radio speaking of Adonis

In the gold rush, we already messed up the economy looking for Denver soul the Charles River, in talk of dreaming up Arkansas, lost in Boston's breathless winter, Adonis!

The ideas keep coming out, and it's not your fault that you cannot create market capitalism with a proper free market, talk of the death of classical economics in talk of neon streetlights of ***** streets looking for an angry fix
Can you kiss me! Or do I shut up? It's clean, it's a job that I need to specify and falls into the spectral silence
Oh silent ones, in the Denver state of gardens and secret savage Adonis lurking germinating death, and dying by the sword colder than inner Denver
Shoot me you coward, I know you are here to **** me! John!
Please ******, meditate on me in this burnt Norton, talk of zeal and kosher door knocks, dreaming up the President's men, and the baptist Jesus, stake your claim, Eli sabachtani Eli Eli on my starry soul, oh God of the intelligent editors, I had chosen to have a brilliant luncheon of truncheon things, Sativa and indica learned to be thy words

Let's see your Oedipus complex, or Electra in your sclera etherized patiently waiting
Patience is a virtue, and vice and virtue have no edifices in the happiness, ticking dead clocks of Ernest Hemingway
Open mind, first open soul to the possibility we will never understand that years go by, and eternity grows like the love in the sunflower sutra of his karma cosmic debris in asteroid blue dreaming up the affable epiphanies of tortured broken souls
Broken places with the traces of the damage, starry skies

Crawling in the streets, lacking confidence
Driving past the rusted street signs, dead-ends
Running from the law, without defense
Lost in a city blinded with dust and sin
A country haunted by broken promises

So why does my heart beat faster?
When do I rush past the guns shoved in our ribs?
Why does your intimidation weaken my knees?
Don't grab me by my hair in the town square
Just take my life away in a heartbeat, I can't take it

I can hear my heart, balancing a fine line
Between courage and trust, all faith in Allah
You taught me how to fight a war like a general
With the world, as I fought with my adolescent self
It's a balancing act that most ******* funambulists fail

With ****** in my veins, I killed myself twice
A million ways you could've brought vindication
And saved us from violation and intimidation
Sheltered us from lunacy, terrorism, and vice
All we have is broken promises and crime around me

What gives ten
Ask for nothing then
A gentleman entering a gambling den
Orders for the best drinks
Lights his cigarettes with a matchstick
Part of his down-to-earth routine
Not a schtick

He may even come close
To being as slick
As the English ****
Sherlock Holmes and,
Dr. Watson and his stick

Two men
Down in
The roulettes of the den
Landed every time on the red one
And every time his luck had just begun
Look out you two
You’re gonna get hit
If this Henry Gondorff cheats
Then you’re dead beat
You won’t get to even feel a *****
You’ll feel you’ve been stung by the bee

After he gets back at all the mafia men
Trying to show off by showing a ridiculous ten
He writes down a cheque
To buy out the casino
With just a sign of a Mont Blanc fountain pen

After he’s done
He goes down to the *******
Leading a pack of ten
A boisterous pack of men
They’ll probably get laid by the number one
In the house by the name of Whetton by the second

After he’s done running after medicine
She’s already got his fix
She don’t need no kick
He’s given her a night of his sweet love-making
Her heart isn’t aching

Ohh but **** it
Not again
She’s falling in love again
Being class number one chick
With a style of her own
She’s understanding a love she’s never known
You thought she was some dumb ***-addict

Now the guy knows that she’s smart
Being the upstart
He’s warm with affection again
With one night of love-makin’
With the maid of Whetton
Need no one beat her
Because he needs her

The two make love again
Forgetting the punishment
Of getting married to their sweetheart
Who is innocent

The man was after all depressed
He was sexually repressed
After the death of his marital success
She didn’t want him anywhere near his girlfriend

Of course she’d heard of him
They were close to each other then
Before he started thwarting his morals
As his life spirals
Downward
They know he’s up to no good
With the ***** in the neighbourbood

If you read between the lines
The lines
change with every haiku

We are taking the
Earthlings
Out of danger
On to Mars
Carrying fish in tin cans
Sending messages along with 'em
Massages for free
For the first ones on the planet
Our message from Mars
Is you find your groove
And learn how to dance on
Sub-zero gravity
When you need to take a shower
You'll find ice in your loaded flowers
When down to Earth
You'll be high on Mary's sunflowers
That don't follow the Sun anymore
Instead look for Earth
Which is no longer on the solar system
There are freebies for hustlers
We'll join the pool boys in their withering struggle
To find the next door neighbor's daughter
But, she won't be a stone throw away
She'll be here holding her father's ashes
Lost in the landfill of the wasteland
Not far from where Earth was once buried
In the sand

If I walk on the first floor
The first room on the right
The third eye hears you on the left
We are looking at stormy weather on this island
Where there are two doors for lovers

One out of the other, surrounding us
Inroads and blazing highways culpable temptations
We are no stranger to choosing the next door
Being the strangers to reality as she asks Hera
Life is full of opportunity and misguided destitution
Isn't this astute, that we yearn for the thirty seconds with stars
And wait for weeks to fly by, when midnight
Will arrive on the cold winter mornings, the nights are brighter
Surprise us with dawn on the petrichor of Satryichon
Depends on which tree you're climbing, and which room you're zen in a lassoed sky
Where there are two doors for lovers, their dinner party
Instant pleasure, crushed glasses, pure rear-ended folk looking for an angry substitute for passion
Prejudiced by the mad sages, we never listen to the sense of old men stuck in cages
Fearing their umbrage and sensible confabulation
Every poem has to have an ending, this one does too depending on your sterile entry
Wound by pride, bound by prejudice

Nothing does but, wildlife is
All around us,  the fire is through
The lyrical forests are burned in exhaustion

Through the burning heart of the sun
Till my thighs lose their tenderness
I shall scurry
Through wet ripe whirpools
Tills bones pick at the bellowing darkness
I shall speak such words
Till the air turns sour

We shall walk by the lake
Through slow places
Awash in the pace of the cloud
In scenery by trace of some wind
Disguised by greenery ushering in a new breath
That stays today, as you sigh
And leave tomorrow, as you die
When we talk about our favorite things
The birds and bees will live in immutable space
Where we cannot communicate
With them in this avidly churned phantasmagoria of emotion
Swooning to the melody of the obstinate composer
Waltzes that shall never stop
Breezing amidst the land that never dries as dying hearts do
In our distress, we shall find peace and the truth
The heat will rise like the sun will on black, thick ice
And the eyes of my lover will have green
Or blue, it is no grey matter like the skies
As the extent of her love will have purified me
As absolution and freedom does
When the trees die in the future
Today and tomorrow will coalesce
Into one small debt
We have to pay nature
On the burning lake, much to my surprise

******* at the sneakers
I hope you got the bud
I need the ******
How you gonna stay with me after this smoke
If higher than a cloud
Look at the *****
Step and tippy-toe
She hopping on your ****
Keep your company
******* her right in the ****
With the same ****** face
She looks like she gonna ***
Any second
Doesn't make a difference
You couldn't last another minute

We left in an hour
Got her by the gears
She told to touch her ******* and keep her tongue
In my tongue
Easy
Handle her by hips
Keep her for a long time
She's give you good loving
Where's the business?

It was only two days
I called you
Asking you where are your friends
They were in the fields
Playing in the heart of mountains
Now they chase the racing rebels
Insurmountable task isn't it?
Try to come down from your golden pedestal
I just don't buy the numbers
This is how a orchard burns
This is how a sad shore buries the reeds
All of it to keep the truth in a square jar
For a square second

Sherlocks blesses
A childhood,
after a day's innocence
A Guide To Learning How To RHyme
#rhyme
That's how I never get writer's block

The fear of waking up
The end
Of staying in my bed
My nap time extended
Of the blanket and quilt
Mulling over my tea cup
Coffee should have been in this instead
When you were
Later than the Sun
Earlier than the day
In the winters
Much more aptly
Than Tetley's
Peach lemon tea

The dark blue sky
Cerise star of yellow fire

What would you
Do
If I didn’t remember your careless whisper
Saying I care for you
I’ll make you mine
It’s a want of similar things
But, the dream is too big to even begin
Let’s stop being silent and criminal
Create a carefully written letter to date
The music that came along the tapedeck

I am mourning
That happiness was temporary and specious

I reading writing my words
Into thin air, feeding fuller thoughts
Thinking out in lurid murders
Amnesia might wipe out the people in them

The sunshine dying to play sunny in California, always ages
The goddess left his side, thawing out in your cove of scenery
Everybody slivering on the grass being greener on the other side

Too far
Afar
I depart
From when
Life's start
seems far
But
when you look
At the past
Lastly
the further you
Go
The farther
They part
From the past
So it's
just looking
For seats
In a box car
Mostly,
Because life's
Isn't about coping with
With the chase and the race
And making love fair
In faithless wars
It's taking it slowly
Taking life by it's reigns
Leading
From
The backseat
I notice my age
When I read about
The old ages
In newer pages
I guess the newspaper
Speaks of tomorrow
On certain days

Sitting on the bench, hontoni arigato and hakagawa bows
Brushing my hair, thankful for a different language
Touching my knees, thank you errantly erroneously
Sit and gardens stare
Wildflowers in two words
Twos often wonder what was the word
Parallelogram vans wish they could be sentences
Pass me with the deans
Two summers bravery Illmatic plays
Slavery washed on me and flowed words with wabi-sabi
Ignorantly searching for simplicity, and intercepting
Lugging learned that he was sober and insightful
Things change inciting when he says I love you, but, I lost Arizona, leaving with LA pallbearers speaking in hymns for the lost weekend
When the two words, change to three words
And the different hangovers for different times
For the lively souls, rap still pays a visit to the nation that held millions, front and back
There lies a line of shining boundaries on the war that fire
Moving like a lava lamp
Back again, frontal lobe pulsates those ups and downs
Delightful lively and where did I lose my shine, and the fire of eyes flickers with the midnight spoon of flickering night streets
Uh soon, **** is a disease masking the ability to change
Politics is where greed wears the mask of morality
But, **** man the less I know them better, right
in the circus of an ersatz clown, as the frugal fire of the murders of the shining and the power of music, burning your conviction in my heart
Dying with the fires of hell, anecdotes of simple fools who can understand simple things
Fools are the wise men when they learn to sharpen their knives
Leave themselves in the sharp mouth of gorillas in the lava iridescent friends, grins writing your heart, your light, your life like a monolith
I miss your thoughts and knowing, and adding what's my own
What can I add to New York state of Mind, does the midnight strike the good night, and ask it to be gentle
As morning cup of tea of burning brilliance of dull months of April under the arid love, that's a moral desert I cannot stop, I'm on the road of life, the battered suitcases catch the candor of deserted times under the train, had it told me you'd to leave the intrigue of the speakeasies, with your French look and glib iridescence of shyness, Canadian stealing cars under the mobsters that leap out
Falling in love and breaking bad would start chasing you
Understanding good and evil, I've been the prisoner of the holy child
Antediluvian time and all that crap, mice among men we crawl the streets in the friend that remembers on the outside
Familial uproar bringing up the baby under the ****** footprints, under drama and cine lights
Life needs a little soul, and a little love to grow imaginative
These years go by, and the pensive life doesn't find solace in good company on the streets belonging to the streetlights, and angry streets with desolate angels

Desolation angels looking for their place in the sun
Fortifying a lot of observation, and marching band with their meters
Challenging themselves, music and jazz, we talk about inconsistency of the eon
Poems, of thee Buddhahood looking for a friend, in the supernatural darkness
Sagacious beams from the life dedicated to accepting the life of cause and effect where I had only but silence
My faction of the Eastern Bloc, we are looking in all directions and running in de jure circles
Facts of scientific, joking in your book and hysterical and naked surly curs on the fruit covered by the dust, I need to embellish these claps
In the fire times, of the watered Cupid in the Venus allegorical girl
Beezlebub lost his mind paraphrasing in Hell, arrived in Lucifer on the cross steeple
In the land of milk and honey, in the passion of the church
I'm laughing at my typing, and the technology has changed and so have the women
I'm the living embodiment of a ceiling now, spinning like an embryo or test tube vestibule
How am I gonna survive on the ability to live like someone has committed suicide for me tonight as it grows hoarse
Stand the generous suicide, it was painless
You know o'er head her still face has madcap laughter at her soundful something, I don't know after I climb the ladder and yell this is the answering bell to doors of Heaven and Hell's doormat, I am a plenary one
Virile yelling on the catatonic piano, we are imagining peace and lost like a dreamer, just like the flower that grows like the uncle in Albert, we just lost our only photographer from the ashram

It is strange
How women adore the right men
But, despise the wrong one
Love is so right
So broken in its ideals
So wrong in its beauty
And so pathetic in its necessity
An entire generation pushing babes
Into cinema screens
Dealing slave work for women
And women only
Women are beautiful
Only because they think they need
Men

If I call you on a stormy night
Will you pick up
The rain is pouring
My heart is torn

Is this the way to be apart
The movies we watched
Memories we shared
The moments when we cared for each other

All of this washed into an endless ocean
Or we just forgot that those emotions existed
Are we really that alone?
To forgive and forget seems hard

But the words can't be saved
The punches can't be pulled
I'll keep my distance
There's a way to know that you're gone

I call inside in my heart
The emptiness calls out to me
My own name
Reverberates

I don't know what she meant
By that
She loves me so
She keeps her mind
On my heart and soul
Just because she is a woman
And she loves talking
The night never goes
The golden sun will come on
When we grow up
Tell me more
I bet you can
Sure you are talking a lot
But the words I need come out rarely
I wanna hear you say
That you wanna leave with me
I just need your lovely kiss
I need another moment
To recover from this disease
Called love and loneliness
That is contagious and best shared
Together in a room

Have you been knee deep
In war
Muddied clothes and all
A matchstick can light
As long you are alright
This is all you need to know

Have you seen blood
Or the red of brain
Turn inside out like a hood
The military will give you perspective
You have to find the good
For the hour, that's all you need to know

Have you seen the rain
Gurgitate bodies like a river of dead
The delta is rife with flesh and guts
"It is just like yesterday."
The soldiers scream
That's all you need to know

It seems like yesterday
I saw the river of dreams
Turn into a battlefield
Producing only nightmares
No hope or calm
That's all you need to know

In the wheels of fire
In the dire of health
In the rounding up of wealth
Our time has passed once again
Our wandering minds will find life
Among the disabled who fight atrocity
I have been selling tickets to the city circus
Where the vibrant walkers balance in the house of pain
Flounder on life and choose between
Heaven and hell
In the end
All that counts is our ghosts
I need you to hear me speak to the world
Ushering in the new future
Will you help us beat the speculation and grotesque
An accordion plays in spiritual houses
Where do the cars go in protest
I shall not say or ask state
Because the wheels of fire
Burn and spin round and round
Charting the tarmac and leaving acid streets
If the Goddess of my dreams
Walks in moonlight
When the shining sun comes on boulevard of dreams
Burning up the wheels of fire
In the house of fire
I fear death by water
And Zeus' anger
Then they rounded up the witches
In this vast plague
Where truth is for dead people
Who bury their lives in their soul
And hold life in their eyes
Like candles in the graveyard
Condemn them condemn them all
To the hangman on the street hunting them all
Who promises summer for the rich
And winter for the poor
Have you seen the end of disease
Or your life leave your legs
Or your love break your spirit
And **** it with a new face
If you left the ghosts of your past
Like candles in a graveyard
These fires summon spirits
Such are the wheels of fire and fortune
Death beats us all in a game of faith and chess
Why do I have faith when everyone speculates about loss
Because I hope to find a peaceful end instead of healthy victory

The thought of you linger
I guess that was the problem
I was just wrapped around your finger

Life is a long road
Full of metaphors
Full of humor
Life is a long run

I haven't had got the shoes
So, I put myself in someone's skin
They say, the days move by
But, the nights die with the sword

I remember a man hanging
From the crescent moon
With his eyes on the stars
And heart on the lonely earth
Having only his loneliness

Which he couldn't contain
So he shared it
With the world
In the form of love

You're really well-known here
I always wanted to talk about you
But, the music speaks of silence, and asked me
To speak in silence, when the music
Hits ya', it repeats the journey, with the tune on my mind
Peddling power, and meddlesome, live with your brother
Sister, put your tracks and shoes together and run for school
If you can't get educated with the dominant social traits you need to climb the success ladder?
Can we play you across the door?
At exact similitude, we find the similarities of where we got and how we got there?
Fluid with our creativity and stopping for hiatuses, and breathing through our existence, tense about ideologies
Proposing better solutions, you may not be the smartest guy in the room
Definitely, not the dumbest if you're creative, since, you have a better set of skills to create things that stay, laterally
More, we play you, the higher we climb? Good devil.

The aquatic animals
Enrapture
A whole crowd in
Captions
On Facebook
Captured and Construed
By friends and family

My eyes careened
Towards a bright redness
That pulsated between
The heart of an intersection
I could not pass
As easily as I could ponder
I loved you once when I looked back
Right met left as I looked twice
It only seemed that the road
Was left open for me to enter
No more shortcuts
Only long lunges and breathless hikes
As the spikes of your fir scraped
On my knees and the mud covered me
Dripped in sweat and ache
An amorous aroma filled around me
When I saw a look of pained ecstasy
In the mirror that I had carried
Your eyes showed me the tricks
To finish my journey
Nature was the kindest person
Asking me through currents and whispers

The talk of love
The "Caution" sign
On wet floor
Ended my cares
As I was swept
Off my feet
Turned them into desires

Love is everywhere
Time is everywhere
But there isn't a space without a care

As I feel the wind blowing
In an easterly wave
The sun rises again
The heart of the forest
Is waking up to the rain
The cold mist of the mountains above
The fire of the years of an ancient Sun
And a heart filled with pain

Warm inside but cold to the touch

As the wind blows
I touch the Earth
For something I can't let go
The way of the Earth
Some places wake up earlier than the rest
I look at the skies above

I leave the places
Where I had kept memories abode
Where my life had found meaning
When I was lost

I leave the city
As sun rays pave
The way for the journey
Moving ahead
My memories will turn to dust

Life's journey if you find a place
In the Sun
Where all life blossoms with love

Into the desert
Drier than a lizard's tongue
My home was better than
My need to leave for more purpose

Life's journey if you find a place
In the Sun
Where all life blossoms with love

Just like contemporary dreams
Get shattered by the very hand
That dreams them up
Don't leave your land
If you aren't sure first