The sunset and the last light
The flower and the last bloom
A man and his last fight
To withering and doom

A compass without a needle
A fish without taste to swim
Iron weak and feeble
A man without a dream

Falling down the gutter
Dark and meaningless
Where everything seems to wither
Lives the man soulless

I eat I sleep
I see the moon in the sky

I laugh I cry
Hard to understand sometimes why

You wish and me too
If only we do the same to get well by

I live and you too
Two lives don't make one but one day we do die

Part or whole in this world
We don't come and go together, no lies

Hence, as human
The best of this living in harmony let us try

I improve me and others
I live and give and we all see the moon in the sky

Each day I live
An extraction of life

Each day to die
Addition to each moment

Hence, each breath in and out
An experience of life and death

Living just under the surface
A thin cover of an imaginary skin
Sometimes rough or blessed by holy grace
A state of possible lose or win

Deeper the journey happens
Greener the grass and stronger the smell of pine
And deeper the wound opens
The more vulnerable it is and the effect of wine

When struck by the fate of reality
The realization of the world seems empty
For living in the realms of dreams
Let her drown even though she can swim

Tears become fountains of youth
Smiles transform to the place of freedom
Something bad to something good
Everything transforms no boredom

A slight notch of worry
As a girl living in this world of her imagination
That if forever she is sleepy
Never waking up from this sanity of her own creation