Life is a painting
Painted on a board of life
No paint, no ink no pad
But painted on lines of words
Words that stretch from time to time.

These bruises are lingering
Painted in blood
Tears is waiting
Smiles are fading
Body is weak
Where is the door?
I need to walk.

Mind so high like mountain sitting on an island
Time so wild like moments packed on space
Clouds are running
Nights are fading
No more friends
They have all gone for a walk on the snow.

Time will never stop but pause.
No ice
Price so high
Light is so low
Flowing like spilled oil
Watching time has it changes.

The door is closed
It's time to seat
A spell is cast
D moment is a past
Life running so fast
Today is not the last
The land is so vast
Why all these Headache?