If we always read
what was going on around us
in our world
in the present
then when would we take the time
to see what is going on
Because seeing is believing
Isn't it?
But no,
no it is not
You might be able to see the world
the actions that are going on around you
but you will never be able to see
The Mind
The imagination is the greatest key
to be able to see
to see a world other than our own
That is why nonfiction is stupid
it only holds what you can see
what you experience in your everyday life
I don't see any greater joy
than reading a story made up
from the billions of people in our world
because only very few can see the world
for what it really is
but anyone could write about
Abe Lincoln, or Queen Elizabeth II
Stupid
Boring
Old
Nonfiction
But what if there was a different world?
A world beyond
a world that only you can imagine
again, this is why
Nonfiction *****
take a break from your everyday lives
and live a life in fiction
daydream
all you have to do,
**Imagine

You left your mark
permanent
like a stamp imprinted on my heart
You left me
carrying nothing
only your poetic wishes
imprinted deep
into the pages of my heart
The curses
The love
The hurt
The verses
everything we shared together
safe and sound
resting within
the million pages of my heart
your love will always lie within me
but I had to go
I just wanted you to know
You're always with me
Goodbye

Alors laissons aller

Je vis, je crie,
Je pleure, j’oublie,
Je marche, je danse,
Je tombe et j'avance
Je perds je doute
Je parle, j'écoute
Je crois, je change
Je plais ou je dérange
Et j'ai le même sang que toi

\Translation//
So let's go

I live, I yell,
I cry, I forget,
I walk, I dance,
I fall and I advance
I lose I doubt
I speak, I listen
I think, I change
I like or annoy me
And I have the same blood as you

Traveling along this lonely road
This endless flat terrain
Going forward
step by step
but getting nowhere
So why?
I ask
to the darkening clouds above me
Why do I take this road
The road walked by none
none other than me
I wish I could find
This place where I'm going
But this road never ends
never turns
never bends
So why?
I ask once again
Why do I take this road
*This road leading nowhere.