Finding solitude is easy.
There is this secret that one has yet to find.
Find that hallelujah.
There comes a time where you just gonna wanna have your baby by your side.
Every breath you drew was a breath closer to God.
And comes along the time where you'd stay just a while longer
to gaze at your beau even when he doesn't know you're there in the same room.
When suddenly your dream becomes a broken barrier for you to be the boy again and say hello.
When you stop fidgeting, you'd find it easy to find that simple solitude
on a bench of your favourite spot, over a packet of skittles.
Hah, simple complexity. So you say.
Being inspired by the changes in the world.
People are characterized in the most interesting way.
There's some in this world that would be happy enough to
receive that glorious kiss with a punch.
Better than none.
Some would even settle for second best.
What happens after the war then?
It's a walled garden.
A happy place iron-gated with the mist of mad world.
We are beautiful.
There's a reason why sun never rises at night.
There's a reason why Sandino was with April.
(even though Sandino Ramirez was boiling hott)
Let your imagination run wild.
You'd rise above. High.
I dream a lot.
It's either I would make the move to realise it or otherwise.
It's just in front of my eyes.