Looking at the sky, I wonder sometimes,
Does nature have all the answers?
I roam around the roads, I drop a sigh,
To see so much of drama in every pore…
No answers, no questions, everything just stays still,
A little bit of belief, an uncertainty to kill,
The journey never ends, the thoughts never fit the bill,
Who do you go to and say it all?
Pages upturned, words unwritten, love unexpressed,
Eyes so tired, hands so cold, and skin so numb,
Do you really have to live the way it appears so shiny?
Don’t you have another options rather than giving into monotony?
Listen to yourself, it speaks a lot when you cry,
Come on you little baby, you know how to fly…