Sometimes, it didn’t feel so right to write

Then I start to contemplate my thoughts to go alright

To start a new notion that gives life, just so right

And ask the randomness to fly out of sight

Together they can’t stand to make it right

For some reasons it shouldn’t be so bright

And feels the sensation in plight

Sorry for the voices that lie in silence

Just dropped by the camper in innocence

And prename the aroma in benevolence

So, it could be the last time to wish for

That can be in your dreams to soul for

And tangled to get a hold on

and I try, to last the last extent of strength

But sometimes, it didn’t feel so right to write