Maybe it’s the words even we speak in the same language
Maybe it’s the truth, which we find so much haunting
Maybe it’s the pulse we are feeling as the earthquake
Maybe it’s the tongue, which keeps our mouth choking
Something’s can never go wrong
Yet some can always get blown
Sometime its time who takes the pace?
Bet mine is not always the race
Here’s a little tip for myself as a friend
If you want to be the shit you always trend
Time is the thing, which needs the care
Or else you’ll see your broken Bear.