Drop Something

A tutor is within me

To disciple my heart to his course

In this world full of conformists 

"Drop Something" 

It's a kind of a seed

Perhaps a thought 

On fine moist soil

Its roots will anchor 

Problems never misses opportunities 

To cross oceans I can swim

But why not drop Something?

Ofcourse a cruise ship 

It's a doubt 

Sometimes a ridicule

Often in solitude corners

Then invention

A grave has to swallow you empty

Plunder the realms of dead

"Drop Something" before your departure 

Lest a generation has to suffer

The future never comes

Only golden moments we have now

You only grow in present times

"Drop Something" 

@franc