I saw an old man,
Holding a can,
By the sidewalk,
He started to talk.

Seeking for some help,
I heard him yelp,
He’s broken,
For quite sometime he remained unspoken.

We are all busy talking about ourselves,
Reading it from our own shelves,
We just need to be open,
Rather than waiting for something that might not happen.

Looking at that man,
He made me feel like i’m in a can,
Trapped in a close container,
Hoping to get out of it sooner or later.

Can you hear the waves?
Crashing through the caves,
Every inch, every glimpse,
There's a jinks.

Can you feel the air?
Touching your svelte hair,
Maybe it touched your heart,
Like you're a subtle art.

As they say; seasons change,
It will quickly rearrange,
No more waves for you to hear,
The change you always fear.

As you roam your eyes,
You'll remember that time flies,
You wasted the moment,
You never noticed even one movement.

Wait for a falling star,
Wish rather than putting it in a jar,
You will start to appreciate everything,
**When everything becomes nothing,

Late night thoughts start to creep,
Words, phrases, lines are very deep,
Do you have to visit every night?
Do I still have to listen or begin to fight?

'When will it be my turn?'
It hit me hard, I may never return,
My world starts to crumble,
My heart begins to tumble.

Do you have to visit every night?
You're making everything so tight,
Late night thoughts start to creep,
Please let me sleep.