The day I opened my eye,
I thought nothing.
The waivers around me were sparkling,
As if something has crossed the amazon.,
Walking half the road of life you realize that there were none of them standing to shadow you,
But all bestowed was doldrums.
Was the calling of life, just the miracle of god’s hand or I had a purpose,
Mount your head upwards,
Realize you broke the chains of eternity and crawl towards the end.
Still the sky remains clouded yet you see everything.
The tunes of your radio should have words
Maybe you just had no listener,
The lines of your palms are leading spotless but there were none.
None to see you,
None to pray,
None to curb pain,
None to nebulize that constant gaze of your eye.