one night
it dawn on me...

Hey, here. Come forward. Step into this field.
Have your head held high, high above the ground...

May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...

when I am in pain, you are in pain
But the pain you feel...

Sure, sure!
I was a flower and you were like a bee...

what happened to the days
when writing words...

Yesterday
you took a stake, and with it...

Sometime you’ll realize
you are like a rock in a mouthful of beans...

a mind so full of thoughts
has ventured into a road...

She was herself like some kind of bookshelf
which held hundreds of books that no one read...

la la la la la
This is where I try to breathe some sense...

in the jungle of life,
one must juggle with the struggles...