Grey sky suburban thorns
empty streets since we were born
you never want to leave my hand
going far away looking for home
beginnings ends scars glories, little stories
scattered beats, musical notes without
rhythm and music sheet
fragile
as we are
and yet
from the nameless crowd
free.
I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.
You just have to accept me in your mind, deeper than your soul.
Every one has got their own demons,
made of convintions,
they collide with our daily reality.
All coflicts have their roots in ours vices,
we feed them with guilty, insicurity, fear,
we obtain nothing but pain and negativivity.
I've let my will go running, faster than my thoughts
I've let it evolve into action!
I've found I forgot I got the power to choose what's best for me.
No one should told you what to do, rebel!
Yoù re made to create, no doubts.
We got the ability to converge things into others
to shapes events trasforming our intentions about future into histoty, the past.
We do it with our brain, but we have to apply and learn how it works,
because life is not a gift but a choice.
If breathing is a voluntary act it must means that something
deep inside of you, hidden in the darkness of your difficlties,
that still wants you alive.
That's your darkside... not the evil one, just the one hidden by
the distractions of this virtual world built of lies and false beliefs
assert your existence, your inner spirit is worthy of it!
Nothing is the same
everything changes
from moment to moment
while we walk
in this way
of straights and curves.
Fall and rise
try to understand
in this wandering
in pairs of opposites
covert or overt
where is the truth.
It all revolves
vanishes and returns
between mystery and infinity
in drops that dissolve
in a continuous journey
into the ocean of life.
.
What do I do with myself?
What do I do!?
I smile while my
eyes are full
of tears,
what about me?
I ask my self,
Nothing
If i do not belive
in now..
And maybe one day I will,
I will be happy
in the arms of a memory!
Life has its own way
to heal pains of life.
A way unknown
to the uman eyes!
But very well
known to the soul.
A nervous biting of the fingers
to keep the usual thoughts at bay
and an annoying hunger that lingers
make me wonder why I should stay.
I’m forgetting what it’s like to be caressed by a stray ray
of sunshine that from a prison of leaves broke free,
condemned to a life sentence within this society’s walls.
Keep telling myself I’ll soon get away,
but it never happens
and day per day life slips away.
Brought up within the walls of this prison
Convinced that thinking for yourself is treason
Nine to five and for a break therè s a season.
But I refuse to cooperate
I retaliate.
And in society's ass I'm a thorn
'Cause inside I've got a storm
that can't be constrained in a city shaped dome.
Lifè s puppeteers, whoever may they be
are certainly fond of toying with me;
After long searching for love,
I found myself falling for one.
I thought her placed wonderfully in my vision;
of course I did, she was my own creation.
So foolish as to think the dream real,
now I'm even grieving in knowing her forever disappeared.
Amber necklace, crystal heart;
you and me: worlds apart,
but seeing the luminescence in your eyes
I reminisced my soul's sunrise.