The night is my friend, sends its tentacles around my brain, neurons come alive giving a high five. The prettiest thoughts start tying the knots tight around my hands and time spends it’s time with me, tricking me into feeling free.
Watch me unfold, pick every bone, look at them in the moon light, launch them in flight, into an orbit around my heart’s brain until you break the chain. Creep into my bed, stay awake instead of choosing sleep, search my soul deep into its folds until it upholds your dreams, savor the extremes.
Why do you have to feel more than you can heal? Why can’t you just steal every day until you turn gray? Nah, that shit’s not fun, I like to live under the gun, hoping for the home run. Do you think you’ll live forever, would that make you more clever than a fox and enable you to step out of the box? So many questions confuse the hell out of me, I just want to run free. Come and race with me.
Do you think it matters what you do? Does karma really come through? Does B always follow A, does it count if you stay faithful to the road or leave to beat the path unknown to the rest of the world? If you remember too late it doesn’t matter anymore, the gate will be closed, had time for feelings to get composed and the rain to pour and wash them through the grates of time unspent. Do you think you can repent after you drank the bottle dry? Don’t cry asking why, you can’t plan emotion, had to go through the motion.
Nopti prea lungi trag de mine, oare iti e bine? Oare soarele rasare maine, oare voi trage tot timpul pentru paine? Oare viata se imparte in ambitii si vise desarte? Oare ma vei strange-n brate fara haine si cu o foame de lup de nu ma mai procup de cina si apa din fantana seaca? Oare ma vei purta prin lume pana fantomele devin prietenii mei, pana infloresc florile de tei? Oare imi voi pierde anii in carciume pana la 3 dimineata cand florile incep sa se desfaca si timpul sa treaca fara sa se simta, pana ma voi uita in oglinda?
Let me burn like a flame in the wind, let me fight for the in between. Let me fall towards the sky without asking why my eyes are wide open and my wings are not broken.
The past and future ask you to be present here, time showers us without any drops. The earth stops moving, I watch crops fading every year proving that I’m not even near the end. I’m standing in front of you, staring with my blue eyes. Can you see through me? I can see the demise of your disguise.
