Turn Chaos Into Art

Another losing game.
I oughta start from the scratch.
So much time wasted.
All I need is to meet the maker.
To be taught, to be taken, to be totally faded.
By experience, all I’ve tried to reach, all I’ve tried to find.
Ended in nowhere road.
It was right there, it’s what I ever wanted.
But for me: no matches found.
Tomorrow has another name.
And it’s waiting for my move.
I foresee until where it may stretch
And I oughta start from the scratch.




KP