I write, to feel alive,
To perform, power of my hands.
There is a world
Where I rule absolutely.
You forgot, that what is here isn’t my life
I believe in making my own
The dancing of eyes take as long as I say
If I wish, the sky will cry
Wind will stop in mid-flight
Nothing will happen unless I say so,
Without my blessing, not a leaf will fall.
Each drop of ink contains a fair repository
Lying in bed, set to dive on the blank page,
Letters, You think up to no good.