Is it the reflections you adore?
Not that reality of a soul, but only a scattering of perceptions
Impatience is a useless concept in an impermanent reality
Only that truth stays, an eternal love, reflected by a soul
Do not wake up a consciousness just because it is morning
Calamitous to start the day on a false note
Sets a chilling expectation from a series of events that are to follow
A casual morning is resplendent with love
While a convoluted consciousness crushes its vivacity
Foolishness wakes up like some poisonous flowers
Why curse fate?
Disturbing the naturalness of a life that loves
All those depraved ideas seize the day from an eternal love affair