In another life
I barely wait
I dance in the backyard
and your electric plays
the sounds of the present weave through me
I hang onto the branch while the leaves sway
In another life
I am not a poet
I am a kid chasing the waves
In another life
I am singing along
I am collecting bricks
building a house and fencing you in
In another life
I bring home a rose
the thorns don't *****
the leaves don't wilt
In another life
In another life

such a disaster
such a ruin
ah you have to deal with it
get used to it

serene  pain and wrecking pleasure
warned was I
convirtiéndose en ti
dreaming long enough
to never wake up

such a mess
such a disaster
finch, such a poem
indeed you, not me
disaster, my lovely disaster

and said it was  bad luck
to not have a name
I laugh cause its just a guitar
and named Quasar
yet I could strum the emotion to the beat
and it works
it always will
until it has a rythm you spilled

Dark it seems but I see the blackout
Cold it seems but I sense the winds
Broken it seems but I sense the calm
Lonely it seems.
The Night it seems.