When the heart is clouded,
It's sun stops to shine,
And when the mind's crowded,
There would be no place to mine.

I choose to sit in an unquiet place,
Mine is close to think an eyeing race,
Should I proceed my thoughts or sustain chase,
Lest am ran past... But then another phase.

I am tired of being the same,
I hope some days change,
Mine coped those days; lame,
I am fired by match of change.

Say I am here to change,
As unwilling times wither away,
Say my beauty shall fade,
And unfeeling hearts shred away.

Hence my heart be unclouded,
Whence the sun begins to shine,
And my crowded mind beclouded,
Could it then be laid the mine?