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...