How does it feel to look for inspiration on the streets ?
How does it feel when heart is silent and bleek?
How does it feel to not feel your own heart beat ?
When you look at happy people and call them sweet !
I know not, what is to win.
I energies are on a spin.
I realize that I sink every moment in this sand of time,
I realize soon would a day come when my songs would not rhyme.
