Yakapin

Far away my dreams would go
Beyond the light within my heart
Face front the dusk of dawn
Without the passion that builds walls

I’m saying something I shouldn’t have
But my lips long for resurrection
For everything means nothing without thought
Of my reality drawn into fantasy

Songs are beautifully written for someone
But without rhythm, the meaning disappears
I may say nonsense things today
Yet tomorrow its treasure for nations

Linking words into my beloved sentences
Means trivial and unimportant to you
Though its all that I know
So understand my problematic hands, heart

Going back to old pieces that I left unfinished. They still have a different appeal to them as unpolished works.