I want to chase butterflies like if they were illusions
and I want to dream the realities of anything that shows
I want to see you as new, as if you were the blossom
that my heart creates day after day.
So.. throw away your lipstick.. far far away
So I can not taste it and keep myself from dreaming of your smell
as you lay sleeping beside me.
If you can't understand it...
I'll just smile, or maybe laugh a little. At least for myself.
so that does it.
My scotch knows by heart…what to say on monday
What does your clear and holy water says?
What does your life's truths tell you besides having a good laugh?
All the witchcrafts born of your soul -
Shall not live.
I'll endear only the purest of the thoughts.
I'l wash away the guilty and fearest ones.
I've came from the other side of the sea,
not to be a novelty but to be a rebirthing experience.
Life does not wait for the lessons to be learned.
It just keeps going like a slowly moving train
I'm sorry, it is not your blue dream.
You will adapt. As everyone does.
Everyday I resurrect from the creature I was the day before.
The path is new for me.
And… either way.. tomorrow is always so far… so far away…
Why not start today?
Looking in the night…. for those not forgotten
For ghosts and illusions.
Let them all stand still and let yourself live.