I never know why I feel the scratches on my heart as my vigor sometimes
I need to be explained why I should not glide towards the storm that made me lost once
It is disturbing when the grey clouds come out
But why the sky is so adorable when it is crying?
Why I feel the tears are like healing my eyes
It is like I'm letting my all time confusion roll over from my head
Sometimes I find my wise side of the intellect making plans to tear down my folly
It is humiliating that I always drop my heart for the wicked
Like the shooting stars are always fascinating to watch
While the standstill, bright, and regular in the sky are not
But, the falling one has fallen to somewhere I can't arrive at
So every now and then I set fire to all the expired writings and cravings on my heart about it
And throw the ashes into the wind to take them away
Out from the ambiance
Yet they assemble, rise like the phoenix and flies to me to hide in the deep of my concern
What this madness is?
I do not need to be involved in
What makes me disturb is very difficult to find
I do not need the fallen
Nevertheless, my ill-behaved heart is always nervous
I miss a little or a lot
I am lost in between
I may die in the middle
But I have to keep walking until then
Because TIME; the mega dealer is holding my hand in the front
