While going through the medow
Seeing sun and hearing the bees
I'm thinking about the shadow
That perseuses and brings to the knees
All about my weakness and vices
She knows, about my life.
And she watches out, setting the prices
For mistakes. Rewriting the draft
I do all my best for the future.
For the present, find out the past.
And I manage to make the suture.
Which is straight like the road path