“I hear your ancient voice. You giving me a choice or terms of toleration?
I seek collaboration, but I’m receiving business pitches.
Should I be looking for some matrix glitches?
I have a haunting feeling that something isn’t right.
Sometimes, I see the light, or is that just hallucination of my ego?
My mental ecosystem seems so feeble, reality begins to morph into a dream…”
Full version is coming this year, in then next installment of Michaels Lyric, the book series.
Hello, my old friend, do not fear the end.
Life isn’t a trend, it is a runway of style.
Let’s put each other’s shoes and walk a mile.
Point compass dial to the mystic Nile, and we’ll sing with Oompa Loompas.
Jeweled sun, it shines for you,
as my love, for only you,
softly warming up
the blue skies forever.
Tears of joy as morning dew,
and the birds, they sing for you.
Each day, it starts
my love letter.
Crack open the cover and see the verses bleed.
What someone lived isn’t something one can read.
I repeat. Hear me, I repeat the same, old truth to the same, tired beat.
My personalities split, like Missy and Master, between tears and anger…
No conditions latched, no strings attached,
so there’s nothing stretched, lift me up, with no foothold.
With no ego etched into my soul, I let go of all controlled.
If you think you desire something, do not insist that the universe gives it to you, because it will. However, 9 out 10 times, you will realize that it is not at all what you needed.
You have to love them, because sometimes, all of us are those kind of captains.