Life is like a paranoid’s dreams
Where sound seems seamless with no opening
It’s a mystery box packed
Full of dreams mystified
Floating on an unparalleled realm
With fine strings attached to its underbelly
Yet the control lies within that is yet to be
Searched...
Look no further for the sounds are
A bit familiar like the banana strings
Pale yellow yet full of colors
That brings a rainbow to shame
The dreams they say lie far ahead
They have no name yet are as specific
As fingerprints on the crooked nail
Is it you who call me from clouds
That shine behind the setting sun
Yes I hear... Yes I bear the weight of life
On my dreamy sholders
That spins and casts a spell on a starry frothy night
Night are yet to be digested
But is it true
That you and me close together
Can make a day around a golden sun
And eat it out, digest it and come out
On the other side of the stormy night...
'yes i hear......yes i bear the weight of life on my dreamy shoulders '
ReplyDeleteits so touching.moved completely.