Glare at the wind

[Kitam]

Filling my eye of the water which spill from the sky
drops of the pain and the thoughts inwhich spill from my brain
willing to cry every tear is a feeling i hide
feeling ashamed of my theories, i clearly have changed
walking alone in a room which is crowded the most
fell in the eyes of a flower with petals which glow
blooms from her stim stimulates my desire and hopes
living my life as the soil in hopes that she grow
Glare at the wind with a stare which could shelter my skin
boxed in a look of spoken words which i caught in a book
subject to change, every meaning of love that remains
lifting the wieght of definition while crossing the brook
stress on my back asking God for a blessing I lack
stuck on a road built by man with the hands of a clock
look in the sky, a telescope in the shell of my eyes
thoughts that i loath giving light to the star in my scopes