Two lazy eyes
One lazy mind
Declining to rise
Looking for the illusionary world,
That is so kind.
A cold weather,
Roads filled with soft pedals
Perfect beings in rough streets
Figureheads in nice kits.
Happiness can either be grotesque
Or Handsome
Nitemare is like a temporal earthquake.
Self Villians, Self glory
A free world.
An utopian society
With the thought as the king entity
There is only one lord
In this world.
The best world is your Dream world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth ye painted no two Master , its only one thanks