The stars never shined

At the spot that felt mine

Structures in the mind

Opened to infinity of decline

Pushed the focus on the clock

Told the chains where to lock

those seeming dangers of life

Really held no sharp knife

The ignorance that ignites

Flamed in profoundness,

squeezing sense

Savouring wit

For all thats dark

Gets you to the ferry

Where the sail promises light

the constant row, row, row

Row row row

Follows growth glow, glow

Glow glow glow

In form of a little pie

Hitched along are riddles of slide

You fall

– into slimy mud

– into silks and make

⁃ into politics of fake

– into chase

The run then speeds

Speeds into lift,

where Ego burns into bits

turning everything into mist

feathers are finally formed

The feathers are the flight..

All the testing years of might

Seems flying away out of sight.

how amazing is the feeling

Where

The stars and the signs

Couldn’t possibly outshine

the radiance

That radiance of what you know

Begin to know

Know more through tough times

And finally the mood switches back

to

dining time

dining time!

-masuma