Gather all your agony,
and whisper it to the sun,
so you know that a bitter life
is just a forged illusion,
for you still have roads to take,
you still have time to shine,
and the spirits you think you lack,
have been woven in your spine.
Say goodbye to your sanity
and be carefree for a while,
give a chance to all your wildness
so it can also smile.
Then pair it with adventure,
when you're about to revive,
then stir in some more wonder
and once again, you'll be alive.

I am a little note,
A voiceless sound.
Until I am embrace life,
I shall stay bound.
But lend me to an artist
and then you shall see,
How he'd mix me with his mayhem
so a symphony I can be.
But if I wished, then I
could be a patriot's song;
the anthem you people would sing,
but that won't be for long.
Because the next time you hear
I'll be a melancholic tone,
tearing your heart apart,
as you stare at walls alone.
Or I could be a joyous rhythm
to make your soul smile,
or to make you tap your feet
and forget the world for a while.
For I am just a note;
you thoughts, I can vocalize.
Deciphered only by the heart
and not the brain of someone wise.