Ouais
"From holding the rope, my hands are rugged
From hoisting the colours, my arms are used
But in this road I hope, the one I dug
Crossing every lures, to honour a muse
Through crowded times, the call makes its way
In the sound of the waves, to one who give a listen
But once I get the rhymes, it vanishes away
And then I'm out of phase, and out of the reach of the sun
But still I cherish this vow, turning this lifetime
In an art of preserving what's being buried underneath
And even taken with the flow, I'll go back to this rhyme
For that's where my heart's belonging, with the earth breathing beneath
From riding all these roads, my wheels are getting carved
Into shapes of foreign marvels, the lights along the way
And greeted by the crows, who care for the depraved
My caravan's fueled with novels that got me through the day
And still this beloved promise, I made to inspiration
Make me turn this moment here in a will of safekeeping
What the poet's soul would miss, in the deepness of the ocean
If from the coasts they start to tear at the sails that got it moving"
