Can I tell you something?
Sometimes, you are a sheep...

Scribbling down the road,
with steps sharpened by my past...

I see the blues in the skies
with every passing cloud...

Itchy, itchy, little witch
Have you thrown a potion on my skin...

So far the waters of my life became somewhat...
But lately, they sway from side to side...

I,
Simply...

And if by chance,
you thought I was that breeze...

My heart is a graveyard
where ghostly feelings rest...

I want the sun to be as bright as you,
So I may see you every morning too...

When the stars appear to lose their shine
do not forget, they are far away into the sky...

Scattered around a field of daisies
a little bird, without a fear...

It was in there, within a ripple,
while I was walking at the shore of my life...