The music played on the radio reminds me
Of long trips and destinations often so romantic
I forgot this is literally about the topic anymore
The wind is a blessing presented to our faces
As I drive and you sit back and we move forward
The taste of youth lingers like a stubborn kid

The chorus was memorable, like your pristine smile
Your joy is childlike, your body young and blessed
Your face is divine, your embrace is inviting
Your soul is warm, like the sun above us
Your song is what the ear naturally hears
But the heart forever remembers and idolizes

But the music should come to an end
Instruments aren't to be blamed, it's meant to be
I lost my way and hearing like how I lost you
And I don't know what to write anymore
But I know how to hum and sing what I remember
I will hum and sing and it will play forever

I loved the way life got us together
Sudden and unprepared, stranger hearts met
Even if there isn't eternity or forever
To keep you and what's left of you, I'll bet
Even if I lose the gamble, I'll stay a believer
Of good things and feelings even in death
My appreciation can't be written in a letter
And this appreciation is my forever debt

I loved the way life took you away
Sickness affects and infects, painful torture
The world became cold, night and day
Sadness waits for frown like a vulture
But I know there's a place far away
When we will both meet in the future
A place cold like December, they say
A place warm like embrace, someday

The spark was gone, love felt like rubber
We share the December-cold feeling with each other
If  I run out of ink, please tickle my heart with the feather
And with the tip, poke my curiosity and passion
Because I'm slow now due to grown-up friction
And being idle feels like a growing addiction
The comfort I feel is my demise; creative destruction
Maybe it was my extramarital affair with distraction
But trust me, it was the heat that kept us together
Entwined thoughts and rhyming so clever
The cold was gone, love felt like warm summer

Maybe it's boring in the house
All tasks done, dishes are clean
No leftovers, gone was the mouse
Abode holy and so pristine
So is the contents of the refrigerator
So he left for awhile, left the TV on
And left with cloud slippers on
Maybe today is a rest day
Get some fresh air outside
Maybe today is a new day
Get some motivation outside
So I went to turn off the television
He might be too busy nowadays
Then I saw and understood why
He was crying on some days
The shows were realistic and sad
People hurting and loving each other
In a cycle of love and hate and more hate
The paradise is slowly rotting away
Smoke hides the cry of Mother Earth
Held on to modern and liberated beliefs
As they care about themselves more than others
And I know this time that He left for good
And maybe this time, this is for His own good

Most of us know
That nowadays,
Most of us do
Keep it short
It first burden thy mind
And keep brows up
Then we contemplate
Then we understand that
As we walk past life
We gradually let go
Of the rhetoricals
So we can walk lightly

The time between each place is different
How I wish we lived under the same sun
And in the night, we go to dream together
Never will I sleep alone in thin blanket
Knowing that I'll wake up in thick regret
You listened to my ramblings in silence
Only in virtual can I speak and defy
Unbound by literal thinkers and critics
My satisfaction rests in other's appreciation
Yearning to stray away from what used to
Rhymes and structures don't matter
Expression without fear of man-made walls
And break the chains of old traditions
Do not step back, crawl slowly if you must
Every first letter, I dedicate it to you
Remember to never forget me, dear stranger

How great it feels to conform
Shackled, restrained by norm
Because dragons won't win
Against the fighter planes
And hellfire missiles
Are better than dragonfire
The magical place of peace    
Never touched by pollution
Away from industrial reality
Bullets will take away the light
Strongmen will put out embers
But the war cry of secret rebellion
Will summon the forbidden being
That will once again shine in gray clouds
And the being shall smote the heretic
As the legendary sword of freedom
Will make itself known to the risky
Adventures ragged but shining
Wide thinkers and everdrowsy dreamers
Descendants of crazies and misunderstoods
They hold the magic that allows them
To choose whatever path the story goes
Like the chaotic place called "poem"
Imaginary beasts and sceneries
Not bound by boundaries of these mortals
You hold the magic that will allow you
To choose whatever path the story goes
Like this chaotic place called "poem"