Underlying anthing might be a dessert, a disease they say,
Picturing anything with death and drought.
The edge of sand dunes where the wind represents happiness that flows,
The night of beautiful moon and the mood prevailing peace in lone.
Our mind, our body, our heart and the adrenaline rush in our bones,
Is it really happiness or your best show?
The stage of claps has a deep meaning behind,
The praise holds secrets that one couldn't align,
Are you sure that you have nothing but smiles?
Then why the feeling of everything gives you nothing?
Why left alone is not pain but...