sexta-feira, julho 06, 2007

Mind trip

I was here waiting
Life fading away
The sound of nothing left
Slow powder fixing im my skin

Time sleeping over
Hours that pass, circling, staying
Obscure images from the caleidoscope box
Hypnotizing me, sedating me

Horns shout outside
Children’s play entering by the window
I lay down on dream pillows
And open the doors of imagination

I look for sented lights
I find infatuation flowers
I read the book of life secrets
And I dance by Moon songs

I travel by the sunshines
I create sweet lullabies
I swim over orange skies
And I join fire butterflies

But then concrete voice calls
I slide fastly by conscience walls
My heart hard reality calls
Fantasy is gone in watterfalls...