the dark of the night the one i don't despise that slight light in an impossible height and as i try to reach it it tries to slip past me but i believe that i can reach it and seek some happiness and gain some defence in this unfair chess my the match is a mess played by this nut case with an almost numb face and as he memebers a trace of a human face not so far that war inside him subsides and in that moment of peace some might returns to him somehow the battle now doesn't seem to be that impossible now not a clown anymore he feels not gonna kneel anymore to the fate and mind shit cause that face brought him some peace that moon, halo around it reminds him of her that girl with some curls in her hair..... -yakaa: jujaan
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.