I love the sharpness of my pencil
how it moves to the rhythm of the words
how it groves deep inside the paper
how it explores the emotions of the writer
I love the sharpness of my pencil

I love the softness of my pencil
it flows like air when writing a love letter
it twists and turns to pause on the right matter
how it can start all over
when you don't like the endings
I love the softness of my pencil

What do you like? morning or evening
I said, sometimes morning sometimes evening
What do you like? summer or winter
I said, sometimes summer sometimes winter  

and when he asked, happiness or sadness
I couldn't choose
If life makes me happy
I have to feel agony.

Fountain of red heads,
floating in the dark river.
Heading up, watching sky,
waiting for the elixir,

But God had other plans,
He wanted them to pant a little,
because he knew, they waste
So he counted and dropped belittle.

Red heads forgot to save
and greedily drank it all,
And waited the whole day,
Till some havoc befall
  
Red heads didn’t make it,
they swarmed the door of heaven
But God had other plans
He drowned their sins and abandoned.

If you think
that world needs us
to show our grit and guts
then my friend,
You are wrong.
It is always a journey
self within.
To decide,
if you wanna stay
or be gone.