The Synthesizer


Morning cloudy isn’t like neither white nor black
is like you can catch something in
that others is blinded
seeing thing far beyond

Brain is sucking imagination
laughing, crying, and stunned alone
noone understand – craziness is alone
until somebody realise and make it story

It is like wringing clothes
feel what is twist like
drop by drop of water
this is how the synthesizer works – noone understand