Have you ever felt the weight of passions, of feelings?

Do you know the grace of a flower, of an animal?

What I want, what I feel, what I hide under my clothes

Do you know who I am? Do you know what I mean?

Too little or too much

Feelings go away everyday

It's the same as before

Trapped in a bird-cage

Strangers running on the street

I-pod and phones

Their tired and drained footfall

Either by love or no love

Haters are not good to Haters

Lovers are not good to Lovers

Dogs are not good to Dogs

We are all pleased to live in this world

Voracious eater of vain

Be careful with that mirror

No suite or car

Will be so useful

On the day you'll die

Maybe it's my own fault

That I forgot we all are machines

Take five pounds and three cups of tea!