A fairy flies in front of me,
She's saying: "Honey, glad to see!"
Outside, through window, passing streets
But my life needs to get some peace
The cats are scratching up my song
The ghosts are playing sounds if soul
The streets are passing
Time don't grow
The age is meanless with this law...
15th August 2001.
|Created: Nov 2002 © Paul Kinder||Last Updated: 17/11/02|