Half asleep
Half asleep; folded eyes, Lot to say but throat goes dry. Unsung songs & feral desires, Being tide comes & takes us high. Appealing visage that lure us all, Fallout of this walk shakes our souls. False dreams deceive for sure. Repentance will be the last room pure. Libido inside is very wild, Hold it tight with a strong reliance. "Shaitan" can sweep you on the coast. Guard yourself on the fine contour. Reward thereafter will be there for sure, Half a sleep; folded eyes, Watch your steps & watch your tides.