We have to live,
with some people,
Unwanted and unknowingly,
Like living in a matchbox,
adjacent to each other,
Different views and vibes.
calm and serious direction,
On the sight of each other,
Looking at thousands of ears,
Just in search of rubbing,
And in a forest eager to change.
The notion is that of smuggling,
Starting at someone's house,
Where do you know ourselves,
There is a smooth volcano in us.
When do we get rights,
Choosing our future,
Sometimes a stick changes in a holy fire,
Somebody changes in inner desire...