I’m already an old man at heart,
For my own pace is not worldly…
Behind a tarnished personality..
While kids of this world,
Both young and pretty old…
Follow their own definition,
Obsessed and charmed with,
And a new fashioned love,
As I look in disinterest,
While these kids have fun…
Where a lover sings songs,
Where the laughs are mindless,
And the jokes are stupid,
Where nobody really hides,
An impression-oriented motive…
Where the clouds may move on,
But the skies of love remain..
But in the silent nights,