Outside the subway we
saw an old man
dancing in the rain.

[There he gave
birth to a revolution.

Dare to say
he was only a man,
like me, like you,
born to rule, to conquer,
to defy, to rave,
to seize
the promise of another day.

There was a
sweet conversation
in his mind, where he ruled
kings in his wisdom.

All the gold in the world
couldn’t beat his
dancing soul.]

Outside the station we
did not see a man -
we saw the sun aligned with the stars.

And it makes you wonder
if such gentle and uncompromising act
alone justifies the purpose of existing.

«You always write the weirdest things»,
she says with a java jive smile.
The sun burns red among the living.

I lay down with my thoughts,
what a marvelous sight:
you and the river.

I guess you are unique
in a world of colors,
so paint at your will.

And if my colors should fail
and jeopardize the painting,
I'll know what to do.

I'll **** every morning,
waste every sun.

I'd rather stay on the shore
and watch you happen
than to live with half a smile.

And here we are once again
Pen in hand, with a hollow longing
Sing of wanton joy and hope
Coping. Can you see the string?

Fling wide the windows, and,
Candy coat the sour parts
Tarts delight and frighten us
Fuss and fret about these starts...

And stops.

Android is bipolar and the polaroid is paranoid, I'm paralysed by all the lies and your dinner's in the fridge.

I'm cracking through the middle and the edges fray away and I'm loving every minute when will Auntie come to stay?

The treatment doesn't work and I wonder why they try, perhaps they'll give me some more capsules and I'll float off, getting high on all the fumes.

I love it and abhor it, want to **** it or adore it but can't make my mind a slave to the thing I want to ******, you can save me from the sermon of Mr Luther King the German though I knew he knows it all,
I just like to bang my head against the wall to make some sense, yet all is chaos.

Android's just the scam because the man is very shy and he hides inside his metal shell to watch the world go by and bipolar's a tombola, get a ticket win the prize, but still paralysed by all the lies, your dinner's in the fridge.