It’s just another day

Remember that one night on the town

You could be my ‘unintended friend’

Look at the blue skies gone gray

The worst is almost over


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Let’s have another one, ready for the indefinite counting?
Remember still that short half a day togetherness we ever had? 

It was that another day, with the girl I like

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I never knew that cupid felt like this

I’m willing to buy his arrows of loneliness

When my heart broke did you like the sound of it?

You said at least a song will come out of it

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Under the bright blue skies before it shifted and at last gone grey 

I left you a question to be answered, have you found it yet?

Before we made a wrap of the day

So, what is loving capable of doing?

It’s infinite, ever so elusive. It works like a magic.”

I’m moving on, I don’t even know her


Yes, that’s the end.  

We said our last goodbye

I think I’ll go home and cry


This is song for you

It is just another day


The Neighborhood Grass

I set out on a narrow way many years ago

Hoping I would find true love along the broken road

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Here I firm stand, watching the neighbourhood grass

Seemingly ravishing and spoiling

What seems to never within the reach


Strike straight strong sense of self

Questioning the honour with full doubt

Of foggy unpromising the road taken


Here I blow prayer, the remaining stack of pride

For the neighbourhood grass is long believed greener

So, I’d rather tilted askew to the vision glittery

As the wiser told to love the mystery
To stop compare and full proud, 

Walk the road taken

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That God blessed the broken road

That led me straight to you.


I could see how every sign, pointed straight to you

The Connection

Is there only one direction
Is there only right from wrong

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​If the taken road will lead me to the very soul, I dare not to disobey the rendered flow

If the scattered pieces mean to be gathered and completed by the missing puzzle, I bear the long awaited

The world is too much of a diverse noise; thus the soul dreamed connection the companion of the same simplicity; in seeing, in believing, in encouraging what mere to others but the world to self: words

There is only one direction

There is only right from wrong

Got to make the right connection, 

on my own