This window sill is my comfort
This slow evening breeze my company
This lightless cityscape is my playground
This empty echo within my soulmate

I am flying in the sky,
Swimming in the ocean.
I ponder the meaning of life,
And the morality of abortion
I shake to a silent rhythm,
Change paper with emotion.
I paint black and white portraits,
Taming my heart's commotion.

How do you not see the bonfires that light past the midnight clock
Or hear the symphony of hearts singing through the darkness
How do you not hear the soft wind and tall waves hitting stagnant pillars of piers and docks
Or hear the echo of solitude and self-reflect hidden in the emptiness

Heavy are the weights of memories of my past.
Heavy are the thoughts of attempts to reach hearts.
Heavy are the dreams chasing far far-off pictures.
Heavy are the responsibilities of men with strong statures.

I belong with the feathered creatures,
I belong in early morning bleakness.
I dream therefore I hope, I breathe therefore I move,
I make choices with love and happiness therefore I've only now begun to live