We are the victors of the land
we are the tribals of the hand
we are today fellows who follow
we are tomorrow thunders who wallow
like smashing shadow that goes mellow
we are withering like winter
who just passes by on the land of hinter
as the day passes like rain storm invited
should day be harm or form?
who must move stiff?
who should stop strive?
as the testicles of clock ticking,say bye
and flying the flowers to die soon
and awakening the destiny message of moon
time meets on dot like season does on match
we should meeet in summer
when the rain beats on soil
today tomorrow wait and go
as yesterday remains past behind why?
we are dreaming,we are sleeping how?
we are aiming,we are arming what?
today has disemergined
tomorrow has mergined
the proposal of today executes tomorrow
i have never been prodigal
but,i will try the prodigy