The more I write about my endless dreams
I feel more darkness in reality,
and the life moved slowly.
When I leave my arena,
seriousness touches after the trouble,
muting the chances.
Life's an uncapped soul,
waiting for a turn,
to make it count.
I hope one day,
when everything seems to be dull,
I will add color in my sky,
to make it shine,
to make it serene,
and that the glow will dwell,
even after the end.
I feel more darkness in reality,
and the life moved slowly.
When I leave my arena,
seriousness touches after the trouble,
muting the chances.
Life's an uncapped soul,
waiting for a turn,
to make it count.
I hope one day,
when everything seems to be dull,
I will add color in my sky,
to make it shine,
to make it serene,
and that the glow will dwell,
even after the end.