These days my life is somewhat messy
As the universe conspires to test me
I need to focus on relaxing
But concentration is quite lacking

A couple hours by myself
Read a book from my bookshelf
A couple hours if I were free
Would I watch a DVD?

I guess I just want you to see
Refined sugar is not all of me
Indeed, I dream of disasters
Paradigms, perceptions shattered

Maybe because I also sing
I like my poems metering
I like the rhythm and the rhyme
It brings some order to my mind