rib hiat motel
Under Control – rib hiat motel
It’s not that.
I want the feeling like under no control.
I want a sense before thinking.
The more we put on airs, we take the wrong way.
There’s a talking of philosophy over there.
There’s a story about girls over here.
A weird animal, the man have come a long way as far,
and to leave footstep and footprint.
The morning light shines on my face even enough.
I woke up, and our eyes became mirrors.
Even what I really to say have gone somewhere.
Now one hundred years me understands.
This is happiness.