When all you're left with is (pain/pen)..
Create poetry..out of it...
When the world gets chaotic under the sun..
Be a nocturnal creature of bliss..
Don't just be a traveler.. be a storyteller..
Cause when you come back I want you to tell me all about it..
Let your reticulated footsteps prognosticate your destiny..
Be a hope, be a dream..
Be a song that river sings, to the mountain of her dreams...
Be a soul that listens and not just screams..
©sutshant
S