Remembering how I survived
22 years of my life
Regretting the opportunity missed
In understanding sweet and spice
But now on the ides of April
The month they say which fools
Is teaching me the sides of enigma
Which rules
Still the anxiety
Grown from 12 to 22
Where did the magic go
I can just find it on my soul
But in my soul?
Reluctant or not
Talk wisely or not
Right decisions or not
Right person or not
Drop the curtain or not
Taste of life or test of life
Done with dramas
Gonna flow with saga
Miss the childhood dreams
That now has taken over
Giving it a chance
Because one day i wanna grow my wings
And fly high and sing
Because this new tech-gen world
Tastes me like a glass of wine