Marrionetes dancing on the tune of drums
Bouncing, leaping and tripping down
Pulled by strings they're bound so tight
Waiting for the pupeteer to give them some light

Puppets moving with the flow of the ties
Restricted they are, but with direction they stride
Freedom dosent feel like heaven this time around
Knowing that on the other end there's a hand arms  to land

Waiting for our strings to tangle
Moving and moving
Even without a beat there's no stopping
Moving and moving till the end im still moving

I am a puppet waiting to be found
Following the strings without a knot or a run
May the pupeteer lead me on
To the strings tied on your hand

When the sun is up
my spirit drop
like a floating leaf
from an oak tree's rack

With my eyes turning
I begin to laugh
In an indescribable high
i dream on your lap

Like a marathon,
With a thousand lap
crawling, and crawling
there is no way to stop

I see my prof's face
grinning, holding a laugh
A punch on the face
I think is enough

The rooster's concert
is my body's clock
curse this test
I must take a nap

Burning the midnight oil
With my spirit engulf
I wish this is over
A student's demise

I am no warrior nor an adventurer
Never dreamt of touching the sun
the mere rays satify me
I am easy to please but easier to cease

I envy Icarus despite judgements
Because many have dreamt but afew pursued
I am one of those who chose to subdue
Cant seem teach myself to start anew

Like how false angels flew
Daring to be foolish is what i dream to do
Filling my heart with nothing but crude
Now comes the time I must pay my loo

For so long I have kept my piece within
Ever anxious for what the future awaits
Now,Im in need of sails beneath me
To push me forward out of these depths

In need of Icarus's lead
To help me express my greed
May Apollo's warmth bless me
For me to fight for what i need

Dreams are set from the very beginning of our trek
We started from the smallest things we ever get
As we grow old with each running sec
Those simple wishes we started to neglect


With our worlds growing wider
and our thoughts going deeper
Simple things to us does not seem to differ
We just hold on the things we prefer

Great dreams often fuel the spirit
Making lion heart s burst and lit
A great motivation for most of us it seems
a step on a cliff for those who dare to dream

I beg to differ from most of the believers
That great dreams only makes heart go fonder
for how many have dreamt a few succeed
and those warm smiles turn into weeps

The standards we set for ourselves to reach
instead of helping us reach become ropes in our heels
The higher we reach, the greater we fall
  For some a stumble from which they cannot soar

Dreaming was never bad for us to ignore
Its never a sin to aim for something we adore
we just have to be keen to see clearer
that enjoying simple things makes us weaker

Lets cherish the tiny miracles that life offers
those specks of wonders our eyes could land on
Just like at our dawn even the most ordinary thing we rejoice
See from what a child could see to view a   world that sings with glee

I want my heart to die
I yearn for this pain to cease to exist
Take me away, steal my spirit
Enclose it in a realm beyond my seeing

Let me walk with you
Take one step into the unknown
A labyrinth of your heart
With Shackles that binds me in

The moments I want to forget
Every step I go deeper in your  debt
Let me be, set me free
Take your being out of my entity

I hope you shed a tear for me
A single act of sanctity
Pull me back into humanity
For once even for a second you have loved me

There are times that I wish I was normal
That I could be care free, as average as anyone can be
Made within standards And regularity
As orthodox as the eyes of most can see

Statements boosting individuality Is easier said than done
For in life there's no such thing as black and white
One can't decide without thoughts to brew
Nor think of things only from other's shoe

The world we live in is nothing but a complex irony
A domino of things which differ and contradict in every rational  
reason human beings knew
I can never be an option to think of nothing but you

You want to do something that in your heart you knew
But If that will cut ties with those dear to you
What will you do? Can that drive push through?
Will you throw your conscience and push?

I don't know what to do my heart is thrown in crude
Watching endless chains of sacrifices and disappointments in a loop
Even a libra can never weigh things through
Going back to square one not knowing what to do

Why do people hate the rain?
Is it just because they get wet?
Or is it how water makes their clothes transparent?
Isn’t transparency a good thing in life?

I like how rain shows the worst in most people
How moods started to swing all over
When memories kept inside start to flow out
In times the rain reminds us of the past we want to forget

When memories are kept aside
Forced to be forgotten or erased by self-induced amnesia
No hindrance is overcome
we dig shallow graves for our rotting corpses inside

I wish I could be the rain
Wanting to touch peoples heart
Making hard exteriors soft like waterfalls
Helping them make rolling waves calm

I belived that when people are at their worst they are most beautiful