Our destiny have been so ******* sarcastic,
and sometimes you can't afford to laugh.
So I guess I'll just let go,
and drink my pale pilsen draft.

Give it to the stars,
I am tired of thinking things,
pressure rises above the head,
conscience always gives me the grin.

those good old Positive vibes
changes its colours rapidly,
And you cannot pinpoint which is which,
Until you peep thoroughly.

Sometimes I can clearly see,
when negativity back bites back and flee
For I should live my live freely,
Give me the shots and I'll execute properly.

I am now in the middle of the universe,
No **** directions and plans.
Worst may come from the sides,
But i'll make sure I'll get by.