Gazing at the clear blue skies,
While road tripping a thousand miles,
Listening to the songs delineating carte blanche,
Promising each other to follow our hearts….
There goes an ambitious poet,
Dead and perished in a holocaust of ignorance,
Who knew that an ageless soul would suffer with such dearth,
They say never look back and sway,
Don’t even try to miss the one decayed…
But who can help the broke,
We all are a part of this bazaar,
Advertising and exposing the ever hale and hearty expressions,
Yet, inside buring in the fire of lechery,
We won’t leave being young at heart !