I love this rush, I love this
feeling;
This sense of power is emerging
from somewhere deep
Although it’s yet to come alive,
the fire has started…
Come now, forget those judgements,
We are done keeping scores.
In this course of lost & founds,
Nothing but freedom is my
ultimate yearning…
There shall be no strings, but I’ll
carry what’s mine.
Come along if you feel, we’ll be
wanderers in time;
Build memoirs of yesterdays, throw
colours on tomorrows,
And sometimes, we’ll paint them
black & white…
Oh how this feeling of control
surrenders to my soul!
Just like sea waves dashing
against the rocks.
I call it equilibrium, even
though it’s a passing one;
I have it now, settled like a
butterfly on my palm…