Perhaps the rain is afraid of thunder, and so it flees.
Perhaps the Earth yearns to be a dancer, and so it spins.
Perhaps a thought can outshine even an eclipsed sun?
Then perhaps I'd dare to think.
Perhaps is so pretentious — some would chime.
So fucking what? These are my lines.
If the words I spew would pace and rhyme
then they simply reflect the life of mine;
the things I love, personalities I play,
bites that get me through the day.
Perhaps impressions were made and left here.
then perhaps you see why I churn with words.
Perhaps the Earth yearns to be a dancer, and so it spins.
Perhaps a thought can outshine even an eclipsed sun?
Then perhaps I'd dare to think.
Perhaps is so pretentious — some would chime.
So fucking what? These are my lines.
If the words I spew would pace and rhyme
then they simply reflect the life of mine;
the things I love, personalities I play,
bites that get me through the day.
Perhaps impressions were made and left here.
then perhaps you see why I churn with words.
