you need a certain amount of magical thinking
to penetrate the reality of the world
but just enough
to inform the development of your technology
and empirical studies
and no more

this is a challenge
which is why there is such a fine line
between nutcase
and genius

You’re just too beautiful
The winds gives space
The plant get jealous
The air accompanies you
The universe honors you
But let’s fly to another universe
Where place solemn, full of peace
Merriments and love
Just you and me

and when you said
laughter is like a foreign language
i imagined that i was
teaching you how to
speak it

My eyes are weak
My dreams are dark

They say love is blind
Can’t see the real her

Things falling apart
But I’m stocked here

Will the shining light rise?
Or will my story remain same?