Why is there no end to this depression?
What is it they want, what is their discretion...

They say its love when there is but a spark
You've lit my flame, it burns through the dark...

Cleansing essence of the purified ocean,
Wave after wave of the cloudy blue...

Departure of our love I sit here alone,
For I was maybe, not the one for you...

I wander these lonely streets,
Sighing in disbelief...

Colors Are Our Life.
Blue, color of the bright, day sky...

Two eyes,
Two eyes we see...

An obliterated habitat,
A toothpick factory is attached...

Of galaxy organizations,
All scientific corporations...

The crowd rages with anger,
the gladiators await inside the stadium...

They say good-bye,
as feeling follows them...

Everyone has those days as a kid,
nothing is working out...