As
I woke up in spring, I'd see your face
Smiling
back at me in a shapeless haze
just
in a wink of an eye, you were gone
I
came running down the hallway still none.
As
the tide rose, a thunderous voice out stand,
“Why
do you always keep hurting this little hand?”
“Could
you stop it?” and it took me by surprise;
When
the car says “broom broom broom”, it'll suffice
Came
down the rain and washed the scorpions out;
There
came the sun glowing yellow and bright.
Pink
roses and purple daffodils sprout
Over
the vast fields, near the river site.
The
light constantly as I bound my way
Carrying
this heavy load, I'm gonna fly away
“Never
refuse to be average always soar high”,
“Never
give up”, that's what he taught with a sigh.
Now,
I'm lying in the bed staring the stars
continue
dancing in the space of scars
While
going along the sounds and rhythm of life;
Imagination's
still the mother of all “F” ups.
