In the mirror i look
But not myself i see
Countless windows and books
Can never set me free

A parrot in the cage, a peacock in the wild
Liberty in lock, conflict in freedom
Turn back in time, a little while a child
The mind is a script and its codes encrypt

Make it last but never vengeful
The limit is the ground, standing on soil
No water no air yet your glass if full
Your thoughts to diffuse, your intent to dilute

My life has ended on a tingling note
Yet my heart is beating, soul ascending
Trumps your worth no jewel or crystal
Precious is your clock, soon destroyed