A drop of colloidal darkness in the heavenly pond of brightness.
A wicked labyrinth of web to trap the righteousness.

All the efforts to kill the echoes of rebel in vain
To end the vicious drought,
The clouds are weeping the rain.

This change is something you can't deny
And I know, all my efforts to reconsider, you will defy

In the mild canvas of dreams
Like a fierce horse the nightmare will gallop,
In this ocean of sporadic modulation, you are just a drop.

Now the thunder propagating from my vexation can make your corpse fidget.
After all this struggle,all I learned is to be rigid.
No matter what, now I won't lean.
And now I feel like, I'm finally clean.