Whirling winds have blown too long
Noisy with whistling sounds
Intoxicating ears of Innocent souls;
Still a deep breath at night
Takes its course not from university
Instead adversity eaten behind closed doors.
Sanity of silver and gold, milk and honey
Seen by Optimists and poor big shots
Yet pessimists and rich savages
Plot and stage determiners of end of time.
Young, alive shinning dreams circulate
Rewind elongating to the top,
Upon all odds and hot bricks laid out
I will revisit the cinema under stars.