They told us that rivers does not flow up the mountain, 

But rather flows down the mountain
Why then does my tears flow upwards
Into my head, dampening my thoughts afterwards?

They told us stars twinkle in the night

And that wind powers eagle wings
Why then are wrinkles in the sky
And eagles roll with chicks?

I seek for peace in the skyline

Like the Eastern Magi scouting for stars.
I hear a Messiah is born
But this star roams like it's lost.

I seek for peace in flowing rivers

Like the sons of Zebedee fishing fishes
I've toiled all night amidst cold shivers
Nothing caught, save my wishes.

They told us

And we believed
They played us
Look who's bereaved!

I'm still searching for peace in airless wind

Still digging trenches
To channel my tears down the valley
Another 365 days with eyes on the sky
Scouting for that star.


#Pengician #SSA