I heard time is borrowed, lend me seconds and a smile to add to my sorrows
I heard life is full with colours, give me a pixie brush and a Board of a lost passenger's canoe to paint on
Handicapped to these crawls on wheels can't walk myself this alley when am blind folded
Should i continue walking my head down swings
Eyes opened but still can't see beyond my height
I'll make a wish. "i wish i was a kid then i wouldn't mind climbing up a Hill in my story book and a poets feeling "