//"Rhymes aren't life, live on a real beat" Let them say, how can I supress my own voice! Another time I'll lose my love, my soul, don't I have a ticket to live? "Poets can live only in poetries, not in this blabbering zilch"// I got support to live once again Oh dear life, cheers to you! I got once again a bar to stand After falling in this void, once again. I got some O2 in this breathless air Touch of a zephyr, in a tearing storm Most uncannily, most unconditional I got my love, not in shine but in black and blue and white