Get out from drowning yourself in your head,
The door is waiting for you to get through it,
Exquisitely carved in complexity;
Give yourself a lot of love to help you exit.
One dares not to price-tag a legacy.
It’s undeniably sacred;
Not of the rituals, but of the identity;
A heirloom well-kept and adored.
Walk the night away,
After the rain has stopped dancing,
Along the watery pathway.
Tell me the story worth revealing,
The truth about the passing day.
About what love has been growing,
In your brightly blue sky.
Has it grown teardrop out of striving?
Or sweat for the lack of supply?
Tell me about what the sun has been hearing,
From the chatterbox birds that fly,
Over the land that has been dreaming,
Of the warmth of May.
Tell me more as I am listening,
Tell me more, you shan’t be shy.