the sun beats on my shoulders.
the autumn breeze ruffles my hair.
i walk happily.
the path is laid clearly.
the destination is near.

i near your location.
the house is in front of me.
the siding and roofing is deteriorating.
i knock on the weakened door.
the door blows down.

the house is too worn down.
i barely recognize it.
the color is different.
the memories are gone.
i am without a childhood home.

All I am a memory drawn in an old picture
I sit there in the yard as I did a year before
everything's different and still the same

The exact same walls I painted back then
with the same paintings of stars and dreams
there where I felt the burden of the future

But then what is a future without colours?
Imagine a world between Monet's water lilies
and the soothing sounds of a piano

There where I sat with a long lost friend
gazing stars that now I can name
and there we talked about art and love

I think about those photographs too much
as time is forever frozen and minds shine
Should I abandon my crown now?

When I'm lonely I dive in books and memories
embroidered with Marc Chagall's dreamy mixtures
and sometimes I cry too much, but it's okay I know

I'll keep them inside the compass of my heart
I'll never be alone till I can still remember
all of what I learnt between lyrics and unsaid words

Some day far away from today we will meet
in some street forgotten or around trees
I hope maybe I'll will still write and dream

Put my faith in a bottle,
                                        and watched it *drain.