Life is pissed off
between time and discipline
Society and its norms
Do this and do that
This is good and that is bad
The sun with mouthful of ocean
Is about to spit the golden flames
I want to enjoy
The petals of midnight bloom
Lying in a hammock, a tire swing
Yet I fear the mind which ruled
My body, for so long will resist
I am keeping my fingers cross to see
Where will the heart lead?