The body of time is screaming in my mind
It tells a story of a blueberry in a cherrypie
Cold, chewy and hard to bury
Whispers of sad blow that makes us slow
Happy a moment and dependent
Cool as night with heat of might
Only a maybe inside I'm a baby
Crawling and strolling my mourning
Back ache in spaces of empty cases

Hopeless opus
In a deep ocean of motion
Can feel the waves of my disgrace
The pain are in my ways and i cant erase
I just wish to hope a morning wake
With no more current that says you aren't
I'm so down and all
And I think I'm going to fall