You’re the only one
Who understood me
Yet, that was just a
Misunderstanding

Say something smart
I will feel you
Do that from the heart
I will believe you

Need for a loser to win
Root for almost every sin

Between 1999 and 2008
Nine good years straight
I lived in New York as a regular
When FRIENDS was so popular

Now I heard they’re uniting again
I hope they’re not disturbing the den
Hibernators shouldn’t be touched
Most can’t really offer that much

You can’t take it
Unless I fake it

By the Aegean Sea
Meltemi’s talking to me
Under the shadow
Of the plum tree

And I voluntarily mistake
Tree-crickets for silence
As they, too, today
Bring as much peace

When you feel alone
In your comfort zone
The odds are
You are

I’ll always believe in your lies
I don’t care about your honesty
Every time I look in your eyes
You’ll have a general amnesty

Of course I can
Close my eyes to all
The bad things
Take place around me
Or in the whole world
For that matter
And start chilling
I simply don’t
Find it effective
That’s all

Thia’s coming
An old friend from US
An old friend from the past
Thia’s coming
So are some memories
Now, I’m older than ever
But, that’s not the point here
Thia’s coming
Along with her friend Tre
So are some of my NY days
That I’m having hard time
To remember nowadays
And, that feels almost like crime

When I think of
The fathers loved
Without even deserving
I conclude that the position
Is rather more important
Than the occupant

They told me
“If I change,
The world changes”.
Well, I did.
But it didn’t
Or maybe it did.
Well, I don’t know.

Doubting your own hands
Fearing your own breath
Colleagues, family, friends
Potential causes of your death

**** became ore
Ore became ****
Ever turning world
Turned into a hag

Under the rubble
Of heavy greed
The mother trouble
Where others breed

Right this moment
All you need to hear
Is a good “*******”
But, I won’t bother
I’ll simply let it be
Problem of another

I was gonna conquer the world
They didn’t let me

Dear God
It’s about time for you
To launch a less fighting,
More loving versions of
Humans into the markets
Thanks
In advance

I always took my
Not getting along
Well with humans
As a good sign...

As long as “you” is not from
A different color,
A different neighborhood,
A different class,
A different religion
A different income level
A different political party
A different country
Especially that of a third-world
A different gender
Especially that of a third one
Do not, at all, worry
You’re loved here dearly

When obsessed with money, status and ***
They become wounds rather than success