My desires ain't much different
With the brush of amity
I Want to fill the abstract of life.
A desire to eliminate the stormy clouds,
So the sun could look brighter and
daffodils could bloom again.
And the galaxy could teach its own history.
A desire to get my heart free
from all the restraints,
So it will do less harm with itself.
Yeah the same heart which is overpowering mind,
Like it's on a self-destructive subway.
A desire of knowing myself more
Without taking an advantage
of being broken,
Or feeling pity in my own eyes.
And a desire of not desiring anything,
Because it's too much to ask
In this already wrecking world.
I maybe can wait to desire
When I know I am doing fine,