Long legs in soiled white socks
Upturned swans, fear of floorboards
Soars by the swings it isn't her wings
Body which flee before my breathing

What I say, don't know, it's a shock
To my heart, it's a different way to crack
Those shells of cocoon, which I keep
For you, for a reason I cannot rip

Later I walk with you, no more me
I may have wings, I may have your craze
Do not judge, if I fly and gaze
At you in the sky with all your grace

And, do not call me, I never come
To a ground where my past rests
Where my isolated shells ****
And I can't trust a man who's on earth