Dearest blue fledgling of a worn old tree
Shaking with wondering eyes...

Out in the open of a quiet day
Under the hot and steaming beam of sun...

A haunting secret lies beneath the sun
Reflecting clearly on clean waters...

I sat gently underneath the lights,
inhaling this aromatic barbecue smoke...

How come I don’t have the strength of movie...
that walks away from pain onto a train and never...

My love for you is not perfect, but you are
My heart was not pure but your intentions were...

I hold the silence in my hand
while I keep the madness in my heart...

Brave soul with everything to lose,
you wonder about the yellows and blues intent...

Are we here at the end?
Is this the beginning of the imminent end...