Messing up
Had never felt so good before...
unravel stigmas
by acknowledging feelings...
Doll wake up from sleep.
Ignorance and confusion about the strange world...
march is like a fair maiden in a white sari
constantly asking me to take the first train home...
Spring left me like that Summer breeze
now...
I know the sleepless nights are past and so are...
Now you talk to me like you can earn your own...
We are somewhere
between the days before...
Give me the blue of speed
as I race across the fields...
What a magical place this world once was to me.
As a child I saw everything that could be...
Today, my son, we hunt.
The flock over yonder will sate our hunger...
You can not put us in a box.
We don't belong in your pigeon slots...
Drowning in the content of each hour, day and...
Wishing for a signal or even just a peak...