It's them or me?
That see everything fuzzy, death and uncolored?
Almost skeptically?
It's them or me?
That have the views disturbed by the clear
and run away scared from movement?
Are we or just me?
That see the world this way
with no protruding beginnings
genial ways
and happy endings?
So, let's try in an other way
Make up a new face
a new base, for now
a new fashion
let's cheer what ain't come
for them to come
and blossom
and make the day smile, who knows...
Let's forget what happened
to end
and blow my will
in yours, that I know, exists!
