Clearity Of Fear
Gone are the days, catching frogs in the pits of rain, Gone are the days, brunching fish with little bread grain, Gone are the days when rain soothes pain, Now it captures the ongoing duty, It rides the days to hinder daily life city, Gone are the days, When a little crab race in the basket makes us smile again again, Now cars captures the imagination of people, Bike rally in the traffic road in the rain become tool, Gone are the days, Amorphous ants walk makes us find us it's hoarded house frame, Now everything looks familiar, Nothing wonders us with sheer, Now life is not an entropy adhere, Gone are the days, Now all around it is clearity of fear, it is clearity of fear.