While, pretence confuses reality
I seek your foot marks
Wishing to have what was lost

Chariot of sun gallops
Along with the ticks of time
From east to west
Day after day
-making life laugh at the word ‘change’

Herd of days escaping
From my spread palms
Like the sea water-
Leaving salty remains

I wish it rains-
A season of hopes
Onto me