When It comes to writing, It's like filling empty tank with the liquid of rainbow.
It's an amazing calming show.
I am sitting at the front row.
Waiting for next melody to be thrown.

Then, Slowly people gathering around.
Suggest me to write their words down.
Those people are unseen, laying beyond.

Then, The Show has found It's song.
It'll be written as a long poem.
Bearing wonderful feelings inside Its lung.

Once again, back to the corner lounge.
I am all alone with my own round.
Enjoying myself and my world along.
And forget how to get back home.

© Arma