I am tired and hungry,Still wakeful, wide open eyes;
I can feel the sleep creeping into my toes,
I have cracked the story of death and all those woes,
I don’t trust death any more,
It has a deal with nature – eons in the past,
The body would be separated from your soul,
For it'll only preserves the soul! Treaty and its goal. The fury of time can turn its back every time,
You must let loose your soul at times;
It’s good to compromise with your past sometime,
Let your future and present rhyme.
Zigzag – the walk of life!
Why don’t you let yourself unwind!
Merging, evolving thought bubbles
Imaginations – victories of the mind
