Formulae

                                  Things go wrong when I trust them

In my naive way I love them

Like you told me to love them

I abide by man made rules

And am a picture of all fools

I have a border of white clues



I use the formula of everyday

In the floods I stay and get washed away



People talk in nothing

With a reverence in a something

And my heart beats on with indifference

To the lessons of attrition

I am a picture of all fools

I have a border of white clues



I use the formula of everyday

In the floods I stay and get washed away