Walking to find out on lovely clouds what’s wrong
With the moon who talks to me in every other night
More i sat on the wall of my terrace and look at the people
They are getting more fascinating
Everyone is different book yet to read
Everyone’s heart is strings someone’s are pulled someone’s yet waiting
I get to see different in everyone’s eyes like perfect wonder
Girl who walked at her terrace music in her ears
Or innocent child who play with his mother
More i see more i wonder
Definitely wonderful writer behind this stories
But still as i look at myself i feel it is like a hardcore math sum
Sometimes i am so weird i can’t justify myself
More i think less i know myself but i believe everything around is as messy as me
Sometimes i try to figure out myself curled up in bed listening to music and i fall asleep
So i just let it go and laugh and the joke which is at me
Dance in rain without wondering what i am
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