With the essence of the inevitable,
in the arms of the mighty
when suffering becomes a habit;
it’s better to be a deity.
When the paper becomes dark
and you can’t write with your own hand;
you can wait for the sea
and try to write on the sand.
Leaving behind everything when you got nothing
may not be a good choice;
but being a dumb
how can you raise your voice!
When you think all were by fluke
and you lose trying.
suddenly the world mollifies you
and stop you from crying.
When you lose your steps
and even Cerrone can’t make you dance,
you realize that you were lost in the roof
and it’s the time to enhance.