I would be wrong to say that I care.

I care to say that I would be wrong.

To say that wrong. I care.. I would be.

I would say that wrong.. I care to be.

I say that I care? wrong would be to.

Wrong to say... Be that I care... Would I?

I care to be that wrong, I would say..

Would I be? Wrong!!! to care that I say!

I would be wrong to care that I say.

Nine stairs below me, a cow is standing.
Me on the one hand, and behind her a flooding river.
She doesn't stand a chance.
Although here they roam free on the streets.
Eating, Laughing and visiting the road and the mountain.
Why isn't it like that anywhere else?
Why are they broken?
Its all an illusion!
Stairs are stairs and the cow is beside me.
Her place is on her feat, and not with her head underneath.
Nine stairs above her a lion is standing.

And I am only for your eyes,
your earthly middle
your true night in disguise.
And you are more than for my thighs,
my icy sea sending warm rivers into
my lands only to give me affection and fluorescent skies.

Oh the hammer was struck.
Oh the wizard's staff had cracked.
Cupid's troublesome sister
how you must be proud.

Will your tears reflect the oceans, will you have me by your side.
It's an unbreakable vow, take the arrow in the apple with pride. Now not on your own you must decide, for I am not a mere child who would cast his problems in the smoke and hide.

Oh the hammer was struck.
Oh the wizard's staff had cracked.
Cupid's troublesome sister
how you must be proud.

The Foreteller was correct and the white man took off his glove. Worry not about the future you are a northern light you are a dove.
Beautiful red eyes and red hair you are capable of thunders and love, accept the come and gone as a gift from the above.


Oh the hammer was struck.
Oh the wizard's staff had cracked.
Cupid's troublesome sister
how you must be proud.

so I have 18 minutes to write
to right the wrongs within me
but are they wrong? No
I feel like I shouldn't feel
it's not that plain to see

song ended, I'll switch and return
from "let's fall apart" to some "melancholy"

so I have 15 minutes to write
guess I'll take the time this time
think about it more
digest the reality which surrounds my life
overall I like how unexpected it is
but I'm unsure that I accept it
I accept myself

song ended I'll switch and return
from "melancholy" to "secrets of the simplest things"

so I have 10 minutes to write
I don't really know this song
but I agree
If I can enjoy the reckoning of my car
If I can consider it an adventure
maybe I am a positive person after all

song ended I'll switch and return
from "secrets of the simplest things" to the final song

this one is a six minute one actually
Guess I'll stay here
I stay here
not as beautiful
and the final song was supposed to be "salvation"
oh
4 minutes left
three
yeah "love is a good mother"..

switch
I don't have enough minutes to keep writing
"salvation" will go on two more after I stop


final minute
final song
guess I write shortly
or maybe i'll make it .......

All I can see is a tree.

I would not take it too lightly for its roots are deeply carved into my bed.
A pillow full of your leaves and my arms your branches.
Not even the sharpest of axes can cut this madness.
It was a cold autumn cried our sun and fruit.
The arms lay bear and the trunk grew pale.  
I am the fewest of shadows.
The dawn has awakened a distant chill and I am once again running through an arrowless path.

All I can see is a tree.

As the night collapsed into a day I appeared walking
Mind taking over and thoughts go under
The two have passed, yet on that day I stumbled upon you flying.
Is it wrong to miss you still?

As the distance lessens and our glances bitten
Mind taking over and thoughts go under
The two have stopped only to confirm recognition.
Oh you seem different but is that just regret?

As your teeth remain hidden and your lips soft and tender
Mind taking over and thoughts go under
The two are shoved closer, and my smile widens.
Is it craving for you being upset?

As the room for steps emptied our faces show antagonism
Mind taking over and thoughts go under
They parted their awkward moment, my shock lingers.
Oh near miss, was I the only one craving for that kiss?

As you tell me of the fruiting body of that friend I send warm breaths into your depth
Mind taking over and thoughts go under
They disappeared again or rather stayed the same.
Is your face inside my back, sweet rain?

As the day brought back the night I appeared sighing
Mind taking over and thoughts go under
The two are still ajar and distant, until a day where I will find you lying with me.

Night is plain and almost unbearable.
We have to accept it.
We cannot neglect it.
Summer doesn't hide from darkness.
The throat is dry and the eyes aren't wet.
Do not forget to concentrate.
Close your eyes, let the focus sway.
Seal your tongue and taste the air.
Smell the space and hear it's fingers.
Gently feel, but do not touch.
Let the small wind whisper to your cheeks.
Let the low wind caress your arms.
Let your body lightly feel the warmth of that breeze.
Sleep till tomorrow.
Sleep with ease.