The Voyage With No Anchor!

What you see at the distance is my scream, What I see at that distance is your dream, The twines of sunshine, struggle with determination, Either it wants to heat up or simply reflect, The light years of knee jerking traveling episodes, But never given up, waiting at the every threshold, To light up the hearts, we may call it the truth, Darkened silenced commodity of false priorities, Men live for dimes, even one dollar enough, To go back home last century, now it is thousands, Show your cold side, just move away a bit, dear torch light, It is too hot here; the piercing hot nails punch our minds, We need some moving space, where you can only peep, Don't jump on our beds to rave all our desires, We can be melted, boiled and burnt into ashes, Everything will be surrendered, take the stock and barrel, Except the one not belong to you, the secret of the souls, Tired of this travel, thousands of walking steps, A leap to the moon and never doused spirit in the heart, We can do it by crying, conflicting and pleading, Ultimately we are the winners celebrating.