Tired of running need to catch my breath.
Tired of shouting over and over again,
lifting burdens of syncopating curses,
no caress to be found and i move in circles.
So much noise so much fuss and all this
yelling just for a complain.
Problems like a drop lost in dirt while
there's an ocean covering the earth.
I need to stop, i need to change.
A halcyon voice from deep sea's tide,
a wooden skiff ready to sail through
the night's blackness.
Deep brown eyes whiten by moon's
reflection. Farewell...