Nojoto: Largest Storytelling Platform

You turn up on a street A dark curtain of the nigh

You turn up on a street
A dark curtain of the night with a purple streak
You know there is magic
As this time you aren't in just a dream
The thought of making things works
Wants you to test out your theories like a crazy sage
You go down the tunnels
In your own rebellious leaks
And get by with every mistake
With every moment you shine in the tunnels
Like a strong contender to rule
The eternity, the very cesspool
They'd consider life, oblivious to the made-up rules
There is that simple problem of control
As you see yourself break the walls in contempt
The water flows as you show yourself more
The stones are fragile
To you mighty knoll like palms of yours
Your fingers twitching to experiment
As you know the notorious you
Will make up to the basement
And then the meeting will be held in more than words
You losing and wining just the same as that watering walls
Because life is in the journey 
A moment passed and your thoughts are in vain
Hold on to your fire
Your body's a surgeon and a train
The minds singing for you to get on the plane
And love is a mirage as the concrete walls of your disdain! Not Just A Dream!
#kruelt #abstract #dream #life
You turn up on a street
A dark curtain of the night with a purple streak
You know there is magic
As this time you aren't in just a dream
The thought of making things works
Wants you to test out your theories like a crazy sage
You go down the tunnels
In your own rebellious leaks
And get by with every mistake
With every moment you shine in the tunnels
Like a strong contender to rule
The eternity, the very cesspool
They'd consider life, oblivious to the made-up rules
There is that simple problem of control
As you see yourself break the walls in contempt
The water flows as you show yourself more
The stones are fragile
To you mighty knoll like palms of yours
Your fingers twitching to experiment
As you know the notorious you
Will make up to the basement
And then the meeting will be held in more than words
You losing and wining just the same as that watering walls
Because life is in the journey 
A moment passed and your thoughts are in vain
Hold on to your fire
Your body's a surgeon and a train
The minds singing for you to get on the plane
And love is a mirage as the concrete walls of your disdain! Not Just A Dream!
#kruelt #abstract #dream #life