lunes, 21 de abril de 2008

melt me softly.

children are laughing under a green light
waving at something i can't glance at
where are the adults standing?
cause there's no one beside me

dust in my eye, keep me from seeing
the treasures around, the constant destruction
the mirror aside tells a whole different story
it's me who is laughing
it's me who is waving at a green light
it's me who doesn't seem to care a bit
around a circle within my sleep
now others are coming, they are
calling me and
we're going nowhere.


quiero un perro. un trabajo y nyc. quiero vino y nuevos zapatos. y no tener malas rachas jugando billar. si, eso quiero.

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