Sunday, 29 July 2007
I no longer count the
sheep jumping over and under my bed,
Only the fluffy
pillows piled at the foot of my innermost feelings.
And my head spins
around and around and the sky and the clouds above
Let me know fury and the wind rustles through the trees
And I should never
forget the doors that were closed when
The saxophone-player
stopped existing.
And I believe in my
own little tiny secluded world
a million miles away from heaven and hell.
Are you sorry for your
beliefs? Are you sorry for your wet dreams?
Do you regret your
fatigue last night
when I was up late drinking with friends?
Yes, there are people
who believe in second chances,
who never give up on their dreams and
persistently pursue,
with harsh perseverance, to abolish their entropies.
If your soul could split from your body for one hour, where would
you go?
Would you go where only friendly faces dwell?
Would you see new places, exotic birds and monkeys up in trees?
I simply can’t see nor taste my destiny,
No one sees what I can see
Although I wouldn’t want to see what I can see so clearly
It is my own, my own, the wind, the rain, the stars,the maple trees and
their leaves, the birch, the bees, the clouds, the stratus cumulus, the nimbus
stratus, the hives and the cars, the automobiles, the hills and the brick walls, the sunbeams and sunrays.
Answer: Bad.
Answer: Bad.
Answer: Bad.
Answer: Bad.
Answer: Bad.
Answer: Bad.
Answer: Bad.
Seems to be the answer for anything…. Anything… anything… anything… in
its wrong place.
Yes, I do.
Yes, it is.
Hell, it is.
I tried.
In fact, I do.
Yes, I do, very deeply.
Are you?
It isn’t? I don’t believe you.
Pourquoi l’éxposé de mon âme?
You could have it so much better :
-
you’ve got
the soul
-
you’ve got
the voice
-
you’ve got
the legs
-
you’ve got
the chin
-
you’ve got
the ears (sometimes)
-
you’ve got
the body
-
you’ve got
the attitude
Why not, indeed?
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