Playing the Guitar Behind Head
Raised my rhythm of breathing.
Though home I have, insufficient time to head there.
With houseful flames of worries
Shred the guitar behind head.
Life is such,
As easy as opening a Beer can.
Welcoming is never cold.
With the Beer head
Played excitedly the guitar behind head.
Cigarette smoke pushing the ceiling.
No sky is ever completed with stars than a loving family.
On a large dim stage
With a set of high frequency strings of wish
Lifted the guitar to play behind head.