Wednesday evening Lays back on his bed Sky gazing Hand on his chest As clouds move towards the west While the sunsets
Birds chirping for the last time Before going back to their nest While the intelligent one's Are on house arrest
He wonders why is he still breathing While Mozart plays back on his head Watch's gulf between a luxurious masterpiece And snitch on streets Pondering why does he exist In a society that restricts To be the man he is
A man who loves Loves animals and birds More than humans Who loves herbs and words Who long to see places More than faces A man who chooses to be faceless Rather than being in races A man of peace
Finding verity in degrees From occult teachings Every chess piece plays its roles And the universe controls Every soul And so knowing this truth He finds some ease Just moments before his Last heartbeats Meet Mr NICEGUY As he rests in peace...