Canon 13

What a soulful day it is, my friend?
I got no doubt nor word for you,
thus I filled with your numbness feel,
as I knew the sky is really ill.

What a rainy day it is, my friend?
I wonder why the rain doesn't stop,
such as your waste that flowing off,
leaving a scar on earth that we lying on.

What a blissful day I'm hoping for,
Who else out there would be understood?
Oh peaceful world, what could I ask for more?
as the Wise would simply fall.

I can't share the truth too much,
nor telling them beyond the box.
Since the crowd doesn't seem indulged,
because they solely used to appreciate,
What was painted within the frame.

Truly I embraced the sounds,
from the thoughtful one,
where one wonder is life short?
as the promised colours fade in row.

Oh! What an awful day and awful life!
Imbued with imperfection but so what?
Twisted slander's words I'd give a vault,
I'm not living in their mouth after all.