...What if
I see the sun
as a golden dot?
And the clouds shroud the skies
choking the neck
breathless
What if I
hear the waves crying
and not roaring?
Would I drown
trying to calm the sea?
What if I feel
sorrow
in the eyes of a storm?
Would it be wrong to assume
that the sun's gonna die soon?
What if I see society
as a desperate act
to control chaos?
What if
I sense betrayal
in every bullet?
What if I
hear lies in every sweet kiss?
What if I'm wrong
does that make me false?