Every poem I craft
Governs with romantic penmanship
I live, yet I burn my mind in drafts
To discrete my enormous feelings

In deceptions and opposite attentions
In lucid visions and lonely sights
The pain scorches my heart
Jumbled across the warful nights

With the lights of escapism
I walked barefoot into the grass of my own coastline
To surmise my sanity and erase footprints
I've tried to recreate the worst mistakes of mine

With the conflicts I've faced
Only one has left to make it erase
My lover in the high mountains, standing
Washing difficulties, making me realize I'm worthy

To everything I lose and take
To the love burrowed inside my heart
The moments of unsatisfaction
Lead me to the start

That in every poem I wrote
Every enemy I provoke
Every leaves that fall
Every water that flows

It will always be laughter
In some times, there will be war and battles
Whenever there shall be stones and dust
Ice and crusts
It will always be
For the betterment of us