I sit down to read everyday
Books of high importance,
Of stories, films and philosophies
I tie them all together.
To try to speak of truth today
Is as hopeless as seeing love again
In a world that shakes hands with the future
And bathes in the “beauty”
Of this world I find it hard to tell you…
I cried for a minute the other day,
A tear for all the dreams I had.
I put them in the corner.
Can’t seem to read you any more.
Lost my talent in the wind.
Just want to understand you, and tell you…
I like to watch the passers-by
While I sit unseen in the wilderness.
Starting to write a new song everyday
To give to you on a summers breeze,
But all I do when my mind wanders is…
Start to think
That when love is altogether over,
We can’t stir a fantasy of the future.
Dreams are always just in front of me
Where the power of my mind likes to hide
But I fall back and see your worried face and start to…Cry