Cruise

Ариша Астахова
I see the point of not seeing any points
I see the truth of not seeing any truth
I feel the love of not feeling any love
I do believe of not any believers

I smell adventures without any clue on
I take risks without any set on
I act without funky smile
Some guys would always me revile

The wind tickle my hair
The grass inviting lay down
Deep seeing my dreams
Another nice soul cruise