That's only you

Written by: Daljit Khankhana

My desires are hanging around my neck like a hanging basket at the door,
And knocking my head all the time as toe making rhythm on a dancing floor,
Early in the morning, jumps to branches as a singing little sparrow song,
Legs walk routinely forward and backward to gain target short or long,
nobody can assess me that's only you, awakening my sleeping spirit.