Blame the heaven and stars for what you are,
never ever look back and stare what you could have been from what you are.
Everybody learns a thing or two so far along,
everybody breaks a bone or two reaching so alone so long.

I was never one to trust the world and its hues,
swinging from one morality to another like monkeys from trees;
we swing our foot on the stone only to hurt the foot,
true bliss is under the sky,eyes closed as your hair dances to the breeze.