counting stars is like counting days,
no one knows when to stop walking through a broken vase.
no one knows where you'd stop writing through papers,
and struggle life for living like beggars.

counting stars is like counting ages,
no one knows when you'd fall as you walk through edges.
no one knows where you'd fall jumping through clouds,
and buried through linen shrouds.

counting stars is like counting life,
no one knows when you'd stop breathing,
no one knows when your heart would stop beating.
and no one knows when God would take us home.

- ice

sometimes i smile, sometimes i cry.
sometimes i fall, sometimes i fly.
i was cheerful and jolly yesterday,
i am frustrated and silent today.
right now i love scrolling down some of my selfie ,
later I'm gonna be like "jeez, it's creepy"
sometimes i enjoy someone's company,
but in the end I'm leaving you lonely.
I'm gonna be you're pretty lover,
2days, 3days, of course it don't last forever.
i would never accept one's apology,
if i do it's one in a million history.
firm decisions i would never have,
i wouldn't always fly like a dove.
being normal is out of my vocabulary,
i love playing puzzles and solving mystery.
falling down, failures. i can't do it, I'm not fine.
but then I'll stand up crossing each and every line.
my mama said i am a princess,
i said, no! i am a servant your highness.
i am enjoying the life of being the FAMOUS.
oh please wake up, it's kiddy  fictitious.
i could be outstandingly number 1 if i wanted to.
but it's lonely up there and boring too.
yes, yes, it's annoyingly annoying.
no, no, i am practically enjoying.
i am the weirdest, the forever alone silent type and shy,
tik tok tik tok, a few minutes later it's flaming a fun on fire.
though i am bossy and command you all.
i am your catcher from a baseball.  
all day i would draw and write and write,
snapping out to reality i am sleeping up so tight.
just a week, a day, an hour, a minute, or a second,.
what I'm saying is people won't stick around like mighty bond.  
people won't stay as they are so perfectly.
unless they're perfect enough to stay consistently.

yesterday i was asking myself what would it be.
what does it look like beyond that deep blue sea.
when will the birds fly, through never ending sky.
where will people go if the world would die.
why does words break and turn into a beautiful lie.
How God made us all, and let live to this round ball.

today i am asking myself what would it be.
what does it mean swimming through the sea.
when will humanity change and find a key.
where we could live without sanity.
why would everything impossibly be.
how God made us all, to fight instead of struggle.  

through the sea i saw those sinking boats.  
i found the answers to my random thoughts.
that tomorrow is determined today,
and today is based yesterday.
that yesterday is today's tomorrow.