Some like it hot
Some like it cold
rather it be sweat
or it be tears
full of no color
fire and ice
I burn with rage
and freeze with pain
Understanding
I stop and fast forward
replay and rewind
No one can explain
No one can stay sane
Mix and Match
A window breaking task
Can never relax
if brought up in cold flames
Can never go back
if brought down in fire sickles
Can never do the math
Forget about gravity
Forget about space
rather you live forever
or die and be late
There is no escape
for every dynasty
a dynamite silver globe
a world that could really go boom
Innocence and intensity
Beyond our stretch of imagery
Abstractions come alive
when it is fire and ice
Should we all meet our doom
none can really suffice
till time and space folds inside out
because we are all fools and stout
Some like it hot
Some like it cold
I accept my fate, its my only shot
I am willing to fight, make my story gold
Like the summer and the winter
fre and ice, it never gets old
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