To the poet

I've learnt to fly over my inner world
all the poets have their visions free and free I'm so
Pay attention to your brilliant braveness
we can carve and draw our auras out, about happiness

let closer friends rattle retro beats
when you look inside your soul
you're not sinking at all
rhythms and some affairs
we can drive them pretty well
my artistic sense is laying down over the crowd

I've identified my old patterns of lives
consumerism is put on the path of natural art
can my actions be culture? or it's attached by the future?
I set myself and all my energy, I won't die till I try

let closer friends rattle retro beats
when you look inside your soul
you're not sinking at all
rhythms and some affairs
we can drive them pretty well
my artistic sense is laying down over the crowd

accept your solitude
hear your heart beats
turning yourself in is also turning yourself out
trust in your attitudes
they can't break you down
in the past or in the present, love is always allowed

let closer friends rattle retro beats
when you look inside your soul
you're not sinking at all
rhythms and some affairs
we can drive them pretty well
my artistic sense is laying down over the crowd