All boxes are stacked.
It takes so much time to get
All boxes with different colors
To carry voices across road to sky,
It has to take plan on the way,
To make the big blue glide in
Loving touches of inspiration
To walk forward, into lyrics of mind.
Motive ventures for activity.
Your room filled with trajectory
Of light, and you like to travel
With wings, prizes are seldom won.
I photographed a few boxes
Those are painted with exploring
Cascade of dream, on the track,
I move almost silently.