Neon lights reflected
Han river flows the open bay
I poured in dewdrops

I'm not a definition of obsession
but passion, care and love
you see nothing good
but dirt in my sleeves
how dare you sweep them off
when you have a speck in your eyes
you ignore for years
call me obsessed
call me blind
call me dull
but i think you're madness as it is
with a big ego and arrogance
shallow is your well
understanding is no place in your head

forgotten frozen tears
on his blue faded shirt
rolling under the sun

bird fly
reflecting sea
in a sugar cane juice

floating plastic bottles
ignorant faces
the ocean bleeds

i think of you while in bed,
when i’m at rest,
or all by myself
in my room or at the beach,
but when i come back to my breath,
these lingering thoughts melt away
like a bubble popped in the air
the wind snatched it away

rain comes feasting
on green chocolate hills
with their drums of droplets
windy trumpets
a music for a lovely morning

As they stump their feet
on the leaves of the trees
on the grass
and on the roofs of the gods,
tingling sensation comes the surface

a soothing music  
but the gods can't hear it
blank faces
monkey business
all for money

out of my window
i find delight in my
lazy morning burrow
my  senses got awaken
as the wind touch my skin,
quiet my brain

with the song of the birdies
a sound of an airplane,
passing by
i’m in tune with the rain