Singing.

Tiger, Tiger,
You are the dreamer
Why won’t you inspire me tonight?

Tiger, tiger,
There’s something about her
That brings the world to a stop.

I’m taken away by your foolish charm.
Will go on and say, dear, won’t you be mine?
There’s not much to say, no alibis
I just want you to stay here with me tonight.

Tiger, Tiger,
We were good together,
Why was I so afraid?

We’ve gone so much further
Away from each other
Now destiny’s futile on us.

I’m taken away by your foolish charm.
Will go on and say, dear, won’t you be mine?
There’s not much to say, no alibis
Can I stay here for another chance?

You took me away with your foolish charm.
And now I just say, dear, I love you now.
If I were to stay here, will you be glad?
And if not, I just want to hold your hand.

Tiger, tiger,
You are the dreamer,
You inspired me to write.



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Alchemist

For a tangible thing, death is a norm.

Things that are made and born into existence,

Live their purpose and goes out with dignity.

And we bury them from our living.

We bury them but we do not forget.

Because a life that served a purpose,

Leaves a scar to everything it has touched,

And makes a memory live a lifetime or more.

And a memory either causes joy or pain.

It is those joyful moments that bring us

Nostalgic snippets of what we had,

Of what we will never have again.

Death comes like an alchemist of gold.

As it turns things that we often take for granted,

Into those that we would love to hold on forever.

And death is as surreal as an alchemist.

And death—like love or faith or promise,

Will always be unearthed with memory.

And we wonder how we could live forever.