Every night i come home

to the dreams of my very own hope.

Drip Drop. Drip Drop.

What is it... that i feel rolling off these... cold, hardened stones

Lying under these two microscopes

that intake the pop

of my bones

Staring into a screen

when all i want to is Scream

Silence. Silence!

That is all i want to hear, rather than all this blah-blah

And I close my microscopes

to Shut Down the creations

Of my wah-wah

After this long night, I look out

for when the sun comes out.

Revealing the beauty of those... out

I'd grab my camera and go, with no doubt.

Widening my vision, away from the little creations

And, I will go on an adventure

to do some experimentations...