Wouldn’t you believe
pigs might fly?
Wouldn’t you be aware,
there is a pair of tranquil but flying souls?
Surfing and cruising together with a solitude-minded, flying pig.
Across and within,
gently emerge with their burning hearts,
two solitude paths in one.
Wouldn’t it be a celebration of
silent rejoicing?
Nobody wonders that
it could take off
in a spring flight.
Wouldn’t it be able
to set a reunion destination?
Nobody knows:
their tranquil souls have
reasons
but won’t say and
we all know.

She lived with her dark side
Only to believe, that one day
The light would reach her
To show her the right way

Committed with naive sins
She thought of giving up all
Same as everyday
She would let herself fall

Addicted to some new drugs
That filled her lungs with smoke
She coughed and repented
Then she started to choke

Heaven, it is, in the world of smoke
Hell is no where near, to be seen
She was losing herself in the mist
Awaiting death, to cleanse her sin

Failure was her try, to get back on her feet
As she sat there wailing her heart out
Deafness and silence seemed to grasp
But no one responded to her grieving shout

She pledged to bring a change
That would make her feel free again
         In the hope that the mist would disappear  
And relieve her from her miserable pain...


©sim