A Time When Man Was Infinite

There was a time,

He was a man of the divine,

Then he births in the world of confined lines.

He was limitless having limitless vibes,

Limitless dreams of different sizes.

He had mesmerized with the game of kite,

Limitless sky with confined line.

There was a time,

When he realise, he himself was a kite,

Of limited size with limited thread.

He tried to fly, but he crashed.

Feeling to fly made another try.

Finally, he flies as much, as he tried.

After time then he realised thread can cut another line.

Either it's a "Kai po che" Or mine.

Or what if he crosses the line.

Ya... He steals, he hides, he cheats, he lies.

Betrayed himself just to stay on this world,

Allure himself, convince others, with these confined lines.

Ya... This world made a man of infinite,

A so-called "hypocrite"

I saw angles all around my rooftop,

On the street, I saw a walk.

It's a stock of someone's lock.

We have a supply of every type,

May be of solid or hollow pipe.

For the stocks, we have limited allow,

Other than that we get anxious about it.

We have to plan, we have to fight,

In this world of pen and kite,

We have to fight.

We have to take tension in all spite,

Tension gives pension in the 60s of life.

It can't be swallowed, it can't be spit,

It's a matter of someone's spirit.

See him, he is a man of limitless vibes,

But this limited world made him a "hypocrite"

But wait a minute, it's a life.

In the morning, the sun really rise.

Life is a stock of infinite vibes,

Maybe of the positive or negative type.

What night can give in the silence of dreams,

We can't imagine from such extremes.

It's a place between either side of such extreme.

Ya...we have to sing, we have to dance,

We have to do what we want.

Ya... We can explore infinite in this

The world has a finite line.