I sat gently underneath the lights,
inhaling this aromatic barbecue smoke...

Usually glowing and feeling bright
To seem like there’s no pain in sight...

I hate how time exists
Everything changes...

A haunting secret lies beneath the sun
Reflecting clearly on clean waters...

How does one bid farewell
after a long joyous companionship...

I’m like a flower grown from a seed
Waiting to bloom and brightly shine...

Time never stops
not when it storms...

Don’t make me, as I already am
Teasing distantly with set of knives...

Out in the open of a quiet day
Under the hot and steaming beam of sun...

Dearest blue fledgling of a worn old tree
Shaking with wondering eyes...

Square, spotty and full
Simple, scarred and a little rough...

There’s nothing fair in politics
as well as in love and war...