Arcassin B:
Flooding through simple needs,
Like the stem and the seeds,
Its never what it seems,
I just can't put my finger on it,



vague rememberance:
the feeling of a soft breeze,
the crunching sounds of fallen leaves,
its such a vague memory,
i just cant put my finger on it

Arcassin B:
concrete surface not near the liquid,
Being inside you very vivid,
And even when the leaves get timid,
I just can't put my finger on it,


vague rememberance:
the water flows like life with sins,
the cool air brushes my skin,
but when the lights grow dim,
i just cant put my finger on it


Arcassin B:
sunlight through the branches,
Knowing what are the economical chances,
Watching the tree as it dances,
I just can't put my finger on it,


vague rememberance:
*the smell of oak and dew on grass,
answers to questions i never asked,
my old sweet memories i cannot grasp,
i just cant put my finger on it

He was running on air
Jumping on constellations
He's like Peter Pan
Only this Peter is tall and growing
He reached out his hand 
And asked her to dance
She wondered why she didn't decline
Strangers that could fly caught her eye

She felt his warm fingers 
Their fingers clenched 
As he held her hand tightly
They flew above the skies
She felt so alive 
Her agonies that she suffered
Gone like it was never there

He suddenly grabbed something
She wondered what it could be
He opened his gentle hands
And the brightest little star glows
Like the northern lights in the vast skies
Like fireworks exploding in a snowglobe

She touched it & she fell
Awoke and disappointed
Her dream didn't last till the end
The boy whose name was not Peter
Might be back in neverland
And the Little Star now vanished
**Only fragments of dreams
That will never cease to exist

for there to be a total and complete utopia that benefits all it would be an equal and bland life.
life without emotions that could potentially start conflict.
life without diversity to avoid the confrontations of opinions.
life without memories so we cant compare the past to the present.
life where no rules are ever broken.

life where love is treated just as pain so they exclude them from our lives.
life where music wasn't used to express ourselves.
life where your opinion is forbidden.
a life of mystery , more than there are today.
so a utopia that would be settle for everyone to be equal, and fair would be no utopia at all.
*we would all be faint echos of life.