You will think of me
When I ain’t around you
The trap of situations
May be embarrassed

We sit in that piece of life
When our achievements are just
Meant bywords of others
And a mile of our past

Buzzing the life beats
With flaws and lies
Enjoying the fake
That come out as words

Stop screwing
Start seeing yourself
As a sail
Not a breeze

I saw that man
In me when some
Trick me by illusion
Of magical motives

You’re enough
People start pouring their
Heart to you
Or people are enough
To accept you

It’s always a tragedy thought
Just see that man in you
And you see him
You feel him…