Time it, sailor!
Otherwise, it could be tormenting
As you go by the clock
Time could be relishing;
With the hindrance
Of the most beautiful event
I prefer to walk alone
Time wouldn’t need to be stopping;
O’ righteous path, o’ righteous you
Music ain’t my present
I long for my high end vocal
As like the time, I am running!
A Man without a Head
In the yellow light of paradise
I walked in for delight
Brink shore in hallucinating land
I waged for new life
I dug up the whole city
Ran through the realm, waste!
Rebooted my dexterity, somehow
But what I found was ‘A man without a head’
Brick by brick I stored everything
Swing by swing I held my breath
But this man couldn’t seem to grow up
Instead, He was demonically wandering on the lane
I wept whole night at the sea
Trying to figure out what went wrong
He tapped on my back in his well suited dress
“Don’t punish yourself, be strong!”
See you in the moon
It’s extremely hard to explain
From inside what exactly is killing me?
Is it the high expectation song
Which I am imposing on me,
Or is it the moment you said
You are leaving?
Although, I do not see any difference
Which gives me nothing but memoirs, ah amused!
By breaking the bridge of possibilities
In all mixup thoughts, I know somehow I’ll get through.
Don’t have to be cautious about losing you
You go ahead; I’ll see you in the moon!