Be grateful for what we have,
Blessed be we are still breathing,
Necessities in life; we to behave
A long shot is the point of breaking
the perfect circle called imperfection.
Today, my love I should sing
I’ve invented a beautiful equation,
Alive is my middle nick.
Repeating that tune,
Wishes that are yet to resonate,
Walking to the dyke at midnight,
Alone and thinking of you.