I feel like I could give all the answers
if you asked me some questions.
now, for sure...
a silly response to be taken from here
wonderful creatures we perform
each and every day...
living in shelves of humanity
(oh, looks like we're back to the same,
same old, same old)
does it really mean something?
under the edge of dawn
writing some words
(ah, come on
be classy...
I'm no good)
And now he takes off his splendid hat
conquering the audience
with smiles that should not be kept
from the world.
oh and by the way
this anticipation
is the conversion of
feelings of frustration
and not having questions from above
that we're not free of
slowly revisiting old machines
that kept me from captivating
vintage and new scenes
now back to what's left of this
the horror!
I never seen so wild flame
that has it's aim at who's to blame
this phase was gone
wonder when it's going to be back
no wonder it's easier to write
than to say!!
what is supposed to lack.
(continued in the meantime)