I don't know where you areI am confused, beguiled in the juxtapose
There is no horizon
I'm swimming lost in the dialectic
I'm in alien landmarks
I don't know to exit or enter
My mind is spinning
The wind is blowing in the dark
I am spinning into the ethereal lightness
Of being
There is the effervesce or the sinking
Too many choices
I am overwhelmed with the choose
Live or die
It does and doesn't matter
The normlessness of insanity
The whirl wind breathing up the tree
Leaves surging into the heavens
Some falling back to earth
Which way am I going
I feel like the screaming wind
Ela está muito perto de você , ela espera você. Chame por ela.
ReplyDeleteShe is very close to you, she expects you. Call her.