While I sleep, on a cozy dream,
the Earth is a garbage can...

I wish to draw a line,
not one that divides...

I once, walking through a sidewalk,
held within my left pocket...

I was a student roaming through thoughts,
always getting lost in the alleys of people's...

I think I was submerged so deeply under water
that now that I have swum towards the surface...

I thought the rain awash inside my heart,
But came a gushing cloud and I did not cry...

I knew it
that mirror I found...

It wasn't the tides ebbing towards you
nor the winds whistling farewells like gusts...

"I know, the tides from oceans are rising...
Soon, tsunamis will have us breathing under...

I dream of you when you are far
as some exceptional bright star...

Ah dirty lamp, I found you on the ground
At the city of gold...

Upon my wake, the sun became a light;
too bright, like fire just fueling a stove...