The nice blue skies,
This single man tries;
Flaring up the blue sea,
Put aside the heart so serene.
The nice pathway of blossoming flowers,
this man smiles at the mock of his prowess;
The footsteps are many to put on,
The skies and the earth calling in unison.
Not precarious, the meadows encapsulating,
the smoke that blurs his vision;
And the greens convince, that he lost,
of what he never deserved.
The clouds gather, to wipe out,
the dirt used to flame up the oceans;
He is able to stomach the fact, to apologize not,
for what this man has lost, was never deserved.
The boulevard gives company,
and when the boulders come after him, many;
Black the clouds, complicate the versatile, funky,
This man abandons behind the veil of fog!
This is the end of a fretted beginning,
this man cannot be vindicated anymore;
no frenzy, no macabre agreements,
this man has turned quintessential!!
This man treads the pathway to infinity,
the flame stays alive, in this man's heart;
Because now this man is convinced of least apology,
for having lost of what he never deserved.
Nothing deters this concord,
The footsteps are many to put on;
The gaze looks beyond infinity,
tranquil, in companionship of nature!!
