Dreams come and go at night, about a writing process, my friend!
I’m sleepy; I’m impatient due to a passion for writing, I will write
Butterflies are flying in my heart, head is spinning with thoughts
I lost my love for the money; I’m laboring to learn to write
Whole night I can not close my eyes for a single moment
I have a visionary plan with few missions to complete before I leave
I decided to disposed my desire for a phony fame and funny fortune
But, I am going to keep the sweet memoires of a spiritual process
After hearing the stories of the hurting hearts, I will write with empathy
Lot of various images of pain and pleasant of the past, my dear relatives
I built-up high wall around me, not to allow the fear of a future!
There’s no visible crack, so dark thoughts sneak into my conscious
At end, I sailed seven seas to empty my heart to you, my almighty creator
I seat in serenity of my home, and like to do my best as long as I’m alive.
