I would like to graze on the clouds.
Roaming through the heavenly stars.
Leave the Moon with my tears.
Behind.
Fly toward the golden sun.
Being swept by the silver winds.
Falling in love in the rain.
(Falling in love in the bitter cold).
And to be charmed by the snow crystals.
Delighted to ride a rainbow.
Scraping the skies.
From Dusk.
To early Dawn.
Till the Dust is only left behind.
Throwing rocks in black water.
Drowning my thoughts.
My mind has its own nation.
Terrorizing me to leave this ruin place.
Then trying to figure out what’s really going on.
Frozen at the strike of Midnight.
Perspective is my view.
To never Dream or Think.
Is the Other’s command?
To keep my tongue.
Lock in my iron jaws.
To my voice should never be heard.
I need to runaway.
Liqnidified from the perfect reality.
Reality I rather like clear plastic
tape to the concrete street
And hear the same beat
Chitter chatter
Bitter batter
Tick tock
Was that a clock
Tip toe quietly and give a new tune
To give what I think .
But later the others will the me from a tree
At last I’m free
So leave me be
And let me dream.