Days go by and I stand still
Years pass me through the rough.
Cup holds the life of freedom
Boxes fills up by concerns.
Flying goes on when I speak
Dodging the moments worry my instincts.
Having my time takes goes smoothly
Taking risks give more interest.
The scent of freshness goes above and beyond
The nurishing moment gets going and going until the end.
Magic intervenes when there is love in first sight.