To make ends meet, we hustle
Sweating trying to solve life’s puzzles
Wandering while the time flies;
We forget the apples in our eyes.
Money chase, chasing careers
Distance created, sends love in couriers
But today should not be same
Kiss me and call me sugary names
Rest your soft hairs on my chest
Listen and count the pulses that are left,
Old woods still burns, muse still wows
But steam me up, for another hour
Take love as wheels, be my mow
Hold on a while to spoil me right now.