The night brings

much deafening silence of this room
brings out my soul to speak
words of the remarkable history of my pain
that reflects about the honest laugh i had

i realize that in this gift of existence
the way it will go is not merely based by luck
but on how you face each day with all the possible
and finding what satisfies what the soul is craving for

and we all are desperate for satisfaction
it is our individual battle of living
lucky for those who passed
a long way for us the aiming

but there is no white flag for this fact of uncertainty
as long as music is in my mind my soul is alive
with love in my eyes my blood will stay warm
just as long as i breathe there is hope in my way


-kiking