make memories,
to keep memories
and then become a memory

Where only fields of mud i ever got to play in 90's,
the clock started ticking to the next phase;
20th Century-
Moving around,
i was spinning on the new MARIGO-ROUND
and when i jumped out i saw the crowd;
comming closer,
rushing on the same swing i was hunged on,
saw them spiral on the same game i was over from.
"NOW"
Iam spinning on the new dial of the century's game,
seeing everybody is going insane in doing everything to win their lane.
Its good afterall,
Its the 21st century and iam not licking it at all.

And when
The Sun rises
Some gets it's shadow
Some, it's light

But still, they wait
To rise it again
Everyday
In their side

Once again when
The sun rises
Some gets it's shadow
Some, it's light

Months ago:

Me: I'm sad
My soul: It's just a phase for it shall pass.

Now:

Me: I'm happy today
My soul: Its just a phase for it shall pass

Too stubborn to let go
Too hard to keep
Oh dear love
Don’t you bleed
And i hope one day
You too will  let go of me.