SOFT

 

I remember my good days

I cherished my bad

Soft as a baby’s bottom

Full of roses and red wine

Drunk on the river waters

Wasted on the ocean springs

I saw a young girl

Full of life

Spoke wisdom through both of her ears

Creating art with just her thoughts

Fighting disappears

His voice became soft

Just like a dream with no sleep

I close my eyes softly

Go to my bed,  locked the doors and windows

Follow my shadow,  knowing that every word

We speak is shallow, distant and hollow

This world is full of mysterious objects

Who knows what will happen tomorrow

The air fills with oxygen,  as  we breathe everyday

It’s like a train that runs with no tracks

Basing every reality as confidential

My sentence is detrimental

But not only that

I wish I can see

But now I see

That the art of inspiration is inside of me

 

Soft is something that I Am

It’s something that I’m not

Whatever it is

we waste that air,  like a fish in the water

Flapping its tail,  flicking its nose

I’m home to where I belong

Soft as a bumblebee's hug

Running down to the words I speak

Is never enough

Lost,  but oh so confused

If the world is filled violence and confusion

Not delusion

Like everyday I sit and relax

And cover up the facts

That causes disaster

The worse pain is not being able to hear laughter

 

Joy destroys because of the way we think,

Like sharpless knives going down a quiet sink

We see our portrait

Visual but unheard

Soft as you

Soft as me

Soft as I

Never what I want to think

But so do I

I’ll thank you for the kind thoughts

Before I say goodbye