Odd

A pleasant dream comes when you think less
A flattering smile comes with forgiveness
And all your gentle thoughts wash away,
As soon as you come to think of the day.

Your sorrow fades, but its imprints remain;
You forget the need to stay back and obey
And when you try to barely remember
It is your last time to surrender.

Come with the sand, wash away like the sand,
Find the true path, and try to keep it, and
Look for your true lie, cut it with a knife
And bring it to me, your only afterlife.