Reading, listening and viewing all the magic in the world
this gate to both heaven and hell through some kind of words
hearing every song reading every lyric
I try my best to see it all. Maybe, it wasn't meant to be poetic.
all the books and all their titles
the nature's beauty and all its mountains
all creativity, all the world's terrain,
all the beauty that manages to remain.
all that shows weakness of time
every time I write all these rhymes
I think she is the one thing that time won't change
she is the one thing that is out of everything's range
she's every book I read
she's every good thing, every sown seed
she's every song I hear
she's every drop of my tears
how vulnerable can I be?
I would do anything to have you with me
I'd be Sisyphus to carry the rock that always falls
I'd be Icarus who would try to fly the world just to eventually fall
or even Atlas to carry the weight of the sky on my shoulders!
Atlas is who I aim to be. Since he carries the heavens
and so, it would be you that I carry since you are my heaven
you are what I want to belong to. You are the beauty of everything.
