Loud smiles for the days we slept grateful, these weightless breeze and a face to wear a smile. How time flies is no wonder, how we got here isn't blunder; who we'll become makes no difference as who we've become.
Loud smiles for a wavy day. A day with noisy thoughts, full of audible whispers of what is felt and isn't; interwoven is sweet and bitter, ranging from all the shivers of uneasiness.
No one knows who dies next yet one thing is sure, we all die someday so checkmate.
