Everyday is mine

Wake me up in the middle of the night, wake me up inside the burning time,

Wake me up when the alarm clock makes me feel fine,

Wake me up into the grave of mine,

Wake me up with a snore, wake me up so that I can refresh myself and start a new day with a million-dollar smile.

The anthem of rhythmic lyrics of Life, I'm bounded to be the better and the best of mine,

I'm slowing down the enhanced chant so that I can hear the whisper of wind, it says lots of Stories,

I'm getting ready to turn the materialistic world into the creative process so that

I can proceed further to explore the elemental expedition.

There is nothing left in my hand to discover more, I'm the one who keeps trying to be with my soul,

Those days are possibly gone, what I can find is the golden ashes sparks in the morning.

This is how I spent my days, this is how I spent more time with myself.

I'm putting down my pain and suffering on a white blank page,

I'm shutting down the limitations by inking and trying to catch up with my lost breath.