Talk to the birds ‘cause they are the freest ones on earth
As we watch them flyin’ from your porch
Intoxicated by joy, warm souls
Soon I will be taking you to a journey from the love of william butler yeats
To the darkness of edgar allan poe
We will be sailing on my chinese boat
Thru this life always so rude and naive
Mean and lovely at the same time
With a shining faith on the good will of mankind
You don’t know, nor do I
About our past lives’ mistakes
That seem to take the joy o four days
Untie me from this hollowness
For my fate sounds like a melody
May my body be your sympathy
So desirable within a gloomy day
To avoid your casual bitterness
My brave heart and black lungs
Will soon be there to you
So we can watch your favorite mountain out of town
With snow on the top
You can wear your crown
I am getting used to you
Although my narcisism has told me to think twice
Still I keep on rolling my secret nihilistic disse
At night, when I hear
“Who’s the lucky man?”
You might be ashamed of the paintings on my flesh
My thoughts might get corrupted by the daily actions
But at night I think of you
Your smell in my solitude
My little wonder full of attitude
