Am floating on great memories
I suffered to smile in the present
The torments of the past
The ravages the world had on me
I feel sour when I lick my wounds. No pleasure to return and rewind
I was the baby that suckled air and water
The one that Clinged to the belly like a kangaroo
The lucky seed that fell into thorns and sprouted Into a hardnut to crack
Am the naked you're looking for
But willing not to listen to.