People come and go Such is the nature's flow Things appear and disappear Such is the cosmos atmosphere One thing is certain You can't change Who will come and who will go But yourself you can love Without a show
Time is ticking fast my friend Save your grace and don't pretend There is a matter worthy of your hands Mind the merit, mind the phase Save yourself, save your ways One thing is certain, You will rot if you don't move Symbol of life is there when you groove
The dark wooden table in my room It belongs in fables Where witches fly on brooms I don't deserve the scratches It has upon it But I am grateful for labor That has produced this table For the use of my own two hands above it
There is a kimono I used to wear back in Japan And people surrounding me Were kind enough to let me be I hope I shed no fear, back then, On that foreign land, I trust my guts That I have had only courage to be shed Now, that the time has passed I still wear a kimono When back to Japan I draft
Thousand cussings return to one Your mind is vulnerable Hence you are still a Padawan Make it clear, word is just a word May it be a sound or a thought It is a by product of this world Enlightenment is beyond the concept So free yourself, observe, That's what you truly deserve
If I ever to choose between Bottle of whiskey and bottle of H2O I'd choose water Because without it There is no destination I can go It gives life, it sooths pain, It protects us from the vast emptiness That will always remain
The window is open And the dreary thoughts Are lurking around I look outside And see the calm sea I wonder if the fear will die Inside of me When I wake up from a dream That questioned me I close the window I no longer see
Nowhere to hide Nowhere to run I am a kilo-terra-megabyte Wasting space and time Hard to define Warrior of 21st century mind No proclamation Only sedation One thoughtful preparation For a final evaluation of human kind
One plus one is three Because humans multiply If you let them be May be even more than three or two Because who will stop 'em, Not me or you! The real question here, Is how one will find another one To do what both of them ought to?
What is a sword without a sheath, If not a burden to every land? What is a sheath without a sword, If not misery at hand? Like a mirror without a face, It is useless, it is without a grace. I beg you not to seek, I beg you not to lose, I beg you only to ease Upon condition of those That you already use.