At 5 pm, on a rainy winter's day, you return from an intense day of work. It's been a day filled with the voices of many, drowning out your own thoughts. You've faced a heavy workload and the weight of expectations from others, leaving you feeling like everyone depends on you, even when you struggle to rely on yourself at times.
You’re walking barefooted in the sandy beach right near the ocean.
Life is short, but plentiful in its time,
The thoughts that I have alone,
Walking alone on a field of grass, the weather is now cooling from the sunny morning it had.
Follow and walk on this fine line with me
Life is with its intense mysteries, has me questioning who will I be?
She touches his hand, it is a burnin flame on her palm
The sky is falling, falling
To find human perfection is unattainable and unsustainable,
Looking outside the window,