Whatever floats your boat they say
But hey,
kinda hard to reach them anyway
Sir, my ideas and dreams were hue yesterday.
Today, it's blue and grey
Where are my happy colors?
Will you folks ever be back anytime, today?
My goals,
are thousand pieces of jigsaw puzzle.
Hard to connect each other.
Some pieces are missing.
I know. I know.
Young man, always remember
Your dreams are just scattered jigsaws
Nail it to your soul
You're not a broken mirror.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
Whatever floats your boat they say
But hey,
kinda hard to reach them anyway
Sir, my ideas and dreams were hue yesterday.
Today, it's blue and grey
Where are my happy colors?
Will you folks ever be back anytime, today?
My goals,
are thousand pieces of jigsaw puzzle.
Hard to connect each other.
Some pieces are missing.
I know. I know.
Young man, always remember
Your dreams are just scattered jigsaws
Nail it to your soul
You're not a broken mirror.
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