Her body so slender,
The curves define perfection,
She's the coolness in summer,
The woman's a cucumber.

Goodnight she whispered,
As she went to bed,
Good morning he yawned,
As dawn did break.

He nudged her awake,
With breakfast in bed,
He showered her with love,
She was all he needed.

She thanked the stars,
That shone so bright,
Oddly enough,
In the noon day light.

She walked with him,
To wherever she liked,
There was no hurry,
Time was on their side.

But up ahead,
In the distance she saw,
Sandman waited,
To escort her home.

And with a sigh,
She kissed him sweet,
It was his time to lie,
As life called her in beats.

The dream was over,
The bed was lonesome,
A few more hours,
Till she became more wholesome.

And as she walked,
To mundane life chores,
A star above,
For no astrological reason shone.

We circle around in our heads,
In an infinite loop,
Between love and sadness and happiness and hate.
Like a clock with no hours,
Just seconds ticking by,
To nowhere, to no time.
Just the rhythmic,
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock.
Time holds no value,
To a man who's got no place to be.

A man got lost in the thick of the city,
A forest of people or the walking trees,
He wandered around, for hours and days,
Yet couldn't find the moss to guide his ways.

He looked up at the stars,
Looking for direction,
But all he saw,
Was the light of delusion.

Our man was no hero,
Nor a person of the people.
He knew what he learned,
Through his own deductions.

No signboards guiding,
No hotspots lighting,
Just a lost sense of direction,
The type that leads to conclusion.

And through these lost days,
Did our anti-hero find,
His unpaved road,
His route home.

You see that moon,
It's ours to conquer.
Through mystic battles,
With creatures undiscovered.

You'll swing the sword,
I'll pull the bow.
And together we'll find,
The stairway of gold.

So armor on,
And look up at the night,
While we may not be together,
We've got the moon in our eyes.

She jumped from the sun,
And landed on the moon.
The galaxy her playground.

The celestial being,
The goddess of love,
His nightly worship star.

The universe too small,
She defied all its laws,
And shone too bright to see.

No man could touch,
Her perfect lay,
The dipper in the night.

And as he walked,
The same lost road,
To see her one more time.

He knew her love,
For him was naught,
For immortality was royal.

The pharaoh's love,
He braved to try,
As she sat with her kind.

But this love story,
With blood does end,
As he whispered a last goodnight.

While playing hopscotch in the rain,
And evading puddly terrains,
A lava lake did appear,
That needed to be cleared.

With spewing monsters of soot,
The princess waited for you.
And through the mucky ways,
You make a grand escape.

Only to be taken over,
By a deep craves you couldn't cover.
The monsters won this round,
But only till the next rainfall of imagination does fall down.