Get me the honour of knowing myself,
Where birds chirp all day.
And water fills the clouds.
Ahhh…! You would say
That’s exactly not how
The mushroom blossom magic!
And the broom flies the planes.
Ohhh..! You would say
What an uneasy way..
Well, then i would say
How come you never save your days
Fiddling to fit in an uneasy way.
Auuch…! That’s how it sounds,
When the shining thing gets around
Be careful, sweetie; not the normal day.
Where the sun burns to apocalypse
And the stars shine forever,
Wonder if sun was a star too?
Get the things in motion,
Nothing hits hard then devotion.
Every tiny plant has roots.
Don’t fall for easy things
Earn as life; begins…
I must be a writer
Otherwise just a foolish fellow…
Roaming in the streets of clever clown.
At least i feel. the absconding life…
How great i live
Is just too small
Maybe, mine is just too far to hunt for…