I wake up with you in my thoughts and go back to sleep again thinking ‘bout you. Did it make any difference to you or to your thoughts? For your thoughts were never for me...

I promised myself never to pick another dandelion to tell myself, she loves me, she loves me not; for the flower died in my declaration of my love for you...

I lay on the sweet smelling grass looking up into the blue skies, came a passing cloud looking like an antelope; changing shape with the blowing wind became a horse in full speed...

my flickering thoughts again all ‘bout you for I saw you passing by with your new friend; no, I would never be that someone for you, for I remained that soul, just dreaming about you...