Just like the raising fog,
The circle of tranquil in me is increasing.
Just like the dropping chocolate,
The circle of instability in me is squeezing.
Deep and fertile valley views,
Where solace uproots my sprouting embers.
Depth holds a mystery here,
Sung loud by the silence to calm my temper.
Something pulls me here ,
To drown my anxiety .
Someone calls me here ,
To enrich and rinse myself in this serenity.
What goes on in my heart .
I’ll never be able to escape from.
All I need is to redifine the chord,
And get the rthm into my soul.