I have a pen in my hand,
Looking for a way in its refuge
As a sigh that remains unending.
With a hint of an urge , recording my thoughts.

Within a thread of thoughts,
I Grasped a pen.
In a chaos called an unrest mind, I
I am a power to insist a great peace of mind .

Monday, on 25th of August,
At the protect of called a diary in my lap,
On a blank pages I write.
In its embrace I rest.
Whereas I am in nowhere in the heart of however,
A quite my little room.

I have a pen in my hand,
Looking for a way in its refuge
As a sigh that remains unending.
With a hint of an urge , recording my thoughts.

Within a thread of thoughts,
I Grasped a pen.
In a chaos called an unrest mind, I
I am a power to insist a great peace of mind .

Monday, on 25th of August,
At the protect of called a diary in my lap,
On a blank pages I write.
In its embrace I rest.
Whereas I am in nowhere in the heart of however,
A quite my little room.

Life is whereas
Amidst a chaos
In the ocean of your willing.

Self-love is a sacrifice,
Do it.

Inclined to a Imagining,
within an innovation compose by you,
There's an each part of me, visualize.

Within a daydreaming, there's an I
In my mind.

I'm lost in thoughts,
Of the sweet and depth in thinking,

Wandering alley in alleys
That remains only inside, a regret of mine,
And only now, my thread of thoughts is excisting for one hourly long.

But you're not imprisoned within the chaos of the obsession,yet.

However, Within a set of thoughts for you,
I can still exprience a stroke over the sweet ocean of life with you.

Inclined to a Imagining,
within an innovation compose by you,
There's an each part of me, visualize.

Within a daydreaming, there's an I
In my mind.

I'm lost in thoughts,
Of the sweet and depth in thinking,

Wandering alley in alleys
That remains only inside, a regret of mine,
And only now, my thread of thoughts is excisting for one hourly long.

But you're not imprisoned within the chaos of the obsession,yet.

However, Within a set of thoughts for you,
I can still exprience a stroke over the sweet ocean of life with you.

I want relief from this pain
I want relief from this pain
I want back then ,,,
to the first, lucky guy I was,
I want years before
Having fun and ever it felt like
If a pen and a paper smooths out my loneliness
Then I seek refuge in them