Swelling up and low
I rise and fall
and again rise and fall
I deny myself to be in
the same level
with the humdrum of monotony
Waves come and go
It make me stronger
Helps me to stand
with the better understanding
of the crests and troughs
I babble, ramble and pretend that I am a philosopher here
Swelling up and low
I rise and fall
and again rise and fall
I deny myself to be in
the same level
with the humdrum of monotony
Waves come and go
It make me stronger
Helps me to stand
with the better understanding
of the crests and troughs