• poetonmotorcycle 5w

    A hundred visions will confront you
    Should the eyelids rise;
    But where is the strength to bear
    the burden of the eyes.
    You’re tired and faded of this materialistic life.
    A hundred visions will confront you
    Should the eyelids rise;
    You walk, you talk, you laugh, you sing, you dance but you’re all hollow inside.
    I am a madman who’s watching the world with his naked eyes.
    You breathe, you eat, you do the things, which some people dream for life
    And yet you complain,
    Oh! My life.
    A hundred visions will confront you
    Should the eyelids rise;
    More than love you can see lust in people’s eyes.
    The desires, that they suppress and the society fail to accept are the one, which take them to the grave.
    A hundred visions will confront you should the eyelids rise.
    You hate me. You spit on me. But isn’t love and hate the same.
    The day is not far when our own will burn us
    and walk back home.
    Money. Power. Face. This and that.
    I ask you, “what would save you then?”
    ©poetonmotorcycle