Sitting under the shade
in the vicinity of my mind
occupied in thoughts that jingles my spine
what it takes to become a flying kind
with so much worries yet a beautiful life.
contrary we are
in every pinch of rind
shaping some vows is what we like
to build a sturdy wind in the reason behind
promising the moon goes with the bind
To satisfy our kind is the reason in our mind.
yet not satisfied,
we wiggle like some fish in wine
breaking the troth in the end,
is what shines.
bawling for the sins we issued,
is the choice of our own kind.