Assembling the puzzle pieces onto a story,
I reckoned how those hallways held my breathe,
How I used to be lost in the long trees in the rooms
Where lullabies were sung with alien threats,
My heart would rest my mind with the green,
And suddenly the lullaby will break into a scream,
My mentors would leave me to the crux,
But respect the notion of my love,
Ah! She was another thing of beauty that provoked,
A million dreams out on the road,
I could easily pass away myself onto her hair,
As if a slide to paradise,
A place with the smell of her smile,
Or rather a dream that alludes my green eyes.
The dreams were broken on commands,
The fear could only be defined as farce,
Broken onto the staircase for the demands,
With a team which made the farce end up as a laugh.
The days when I slipped over dreams to allusions,
And allusions to dreams, the child, the joy within me,
I reckon these thoughts and surface a smile,
When I think of the trees or her beautiful lies,
The trees are gone, with the wind adue!
With my love in the south, and my dreams in the room,
I look upon my school as a reflection of that night,
That blended the moon as a power of the divine.
I sang the verses of joy and sorrow,
I drank the colours of the world on the slab,
I laughed with my teachers on my lame plans,
And now I am here, with bits of reminiscence,
Hovering over my existence, defining the extradition of time,
Asking for that smile that never came through the mind,
But from the green and those beautiful lies.