There is a place
Where chameleons go...
Look through there eyes,
Tell me what you see...
Willingness to stand in front of you,
with that shine in my eyes...
Mean vs. Cruel girls,
The difference means the world...
Why is it so hard for us to earn,
But spending comes without really trying...
I live in a house
with walls and a roof...
There is a gang
that no1 goes near...
A hollow sphere
Hung like a banner in the sky...
I wander through the decaying fields,
Stumble over corpses...
Water was abundant
And I anticipated no thirst...
Standing still/ Sprouting madly...
Why is it we always want
That which we cannot get...