When the earth celebrates a solar year, The cost of life whispers in my ear. It rose up, the easy act won't backup. The easiness of faceless is being asked, "What is it the result?" I ask. It's easy for people to leave. It's easy to be devalued. It's easy for mind to linger past. It's easy to reminisce moments, Cherished memories— yet to be closed as a chapter. It's paradoxical—they face the same. "What is it the result?" I ask. It's paradoxical—they feel the same.
Moons, stars, planets you are nothing less then an earthquake. For in my heart you reside. Deep and sound, you have built in me cities, that are ethereal, for in my words I can not describe What are you?
We sit and stare No conversation To share, Drinking slowly Time going slow It’s like being in An orchard where Apples don’t grow. Closing the highways Is not our thing Our songs had great Lyrics and we could sing, So why our we staring No talk to share Let’s get them growing Them apples and pears.
It feels like all I do is work and go home Like I exist only to act like a stone No love or conviction is needed by me But all that I want is to be free Like a bird I long to be up in the clouds High in the sky and away from the crowds But while my two feet are planted on land The meaning of life seems instead bland