Life begins after 7 P.M.

7 P.M.

1.Oh God,

Put Your hand

On my worried head,

Pull me out of bed,

It’s too dirty.

2.And you,

Opponent,

With all the trials spent,

Won’t make me depend,

It’s not worth it…

3.All issues within,

They call discipline,

I call it a sin,

It’s not healthy.

4.It is not fine when

You mourn until ten,

And then wait all day

For 7 P.M.

From roof to roof

From roof to roof

1.Too much ice and milk in this world,

Open space too cold,

Complaints aren’t told.

Too little good coffee to drink,

So you can’t even think,

So you can only sink.

2.Too many tears and too few rains,

But when it does rain,

All the life it drains.

Too few fires to glow inside,

Nothing unlocks the soul,

Nothing opens the mind.

3.I feel blue, blue like my tablet,

My tablet has clouds,

Doesn’t empty the wallet.

All I want is jump from roof to roof,

The best stories are

The ones without proof.

Come in peace or go home...

Stuck between a burger and a vodka

1.Love the cool summer wind at night,

But they fill it with useless fights;

The untamed spirits on the streets,

But they tone down and still the beats.

2.I love the clothes which we don’t wear,

And sometimes forget to be there;

And our pace with loosened lace,

Which we’d want in a distant place.

3.Love shadows of held up estates,

Talking of a whole different fate;

If there is nothing left to make,

At least a photo I can take.

4.Fed up with an unhealthy dish,

Detox is all that one could wish;

None is too tasty on its own,

Even worse is when they both roam.