"Sometimes in the first glance
things look catchily but obliviously obvious
And sometimes it takes a fair chance to make it that obvious.
Like eye to eye, eye for eye
The Only defect is that the
Retina of one eye, expands
(I'm talking about crush thing)
Whereas another eye
Compresses basically because of
diabolic nature of unwanted affection.
The people I have,
Have a strong believe that i am born in a generation of dissatisfaction
Things i need are superficial
(adjustment didn't consider this kind of demand draft)
My mouth is virgin, so are my lungs and liver
And the love i want to see, has a poker face
Rambling around the bar
Maybe they are right
Or they are picky
Or they just love to judge the silence
But they don't know that
I am a compound mixture of
And still boys think I'm boring.
They didn't read me very well or they just want a blow job through hand.
They have always been picky, peaky, pranky
Around me and I am stupid enough who in one moment start seeking my lost miracle in them
That falling comet touching the eclipse kind of miracle."
So I hang up my thought call
I explain to myself
That these days, experience is the strongest disease
To numb life
I should value this intactness
Because i don't have an obvious option
To continue this life in any other way.