i could be
incorporating zillion words to reel
at the combustion of my percevearance
of my contagious belief and clearance
but i wont
i am higher than imperfect ego
than the dirt iwas born to live inside
equal to the monument of thoughts of teachers
build inside this crumbling mind

discovering the glue to fix
discovering some time to make it beat
at least
a little bit

that is
my anthem for the start
  my sophomore progression
   into realms of ever-dusk
    into time of never-ever
where blue
describes my tranquil beauty
  sea-like mirror to your thoughts
   waves a-rolling into soothing
    rush of candy words

in the sky
in the blanket for a myriad of lights
i saw a flock of storks
their bodies caressed in the bite
of wind and all the future blowing in

Sometimes three words
Can put your heart in flames
Sometimes the same three words
Can break it just the same