They Pie my life

Be it a pen and paper
                 They pie my life
                 They make my weathers
      
Different vegetation
Their high-low
Variant temperature
Evening sickness

Among the reasons, ruthless
For a clueless morning

Missed a voyage
When I departed a graveyard

Among the reasons, ravaging
For a cold blood winter

I count my steps, sickles, and sweat-skins
To every other lies and mountains
They move indeed
Along with your eyes and beliefs

Not a Jesus, be born again
To surmount your lies and lows

#Gokul