As sincere as the Songs from Crickets,
And the pure Joy of a Clapping Tree.
Like that I would want to be without tickets
When I say, I love you, mean it and be free.

Yes, I haven't been same since your rains
Of friendship, which gave me to the Unknown.
It dripped in my head holding Old pains,
So I wouldn't want going to a land, I had once known.

Like Starlights you were here, even before yesterday.
Maybe that's why we never sounded like broken springs,
And through down time always had things to say.
And Clearly my February dreams on your July rings.

For me its a Race, one with happy ending
Probably, a breathe I might want breathing.
A love I would endear to or start Tearing
when there's an act to stop giving

The beats I try to give, I hope you get.
The songs I try to make, I pray you hear,
That Though the music, I would want to let,
I am Scared not to mix, beats and songs my dear