Reflections...

Music, are who, people see above the skin…
Lyrics, are who, people are underneath….
Beats and Tempo, are who, people reacts…
Endings, are who, people’s life ends…

I often said loads of crap in the car…
As though I am drunk in a bar…
Sometimes I never meant what I said…
And I cannot take back what has been made…
Lost in my own world of thoughts…
I wonder how I use to fought…
“Ah yes…it’s that encouragement…
That passion and that set of eyes…”

I feel a lot has changed in me…
As though I have aged even more within…
And matured even more between…