Before Night Arrives
I am the sane as always
adorning life and death
with words that give calm
to deal with fears an traps
hidden on this battlefield
I thought i was flying
I though I was running
but all things pass beyond any watch
the landscape painted by my steps
is being left behind behind behind
so much life breathed
so many things sleeping in the box
of oblivion
as I walk
through the days
before my night arrives
Before Night Arrives
I am the sane as always
adorning life and death
with words that give calm
to deal with fears an traps
hidden on this battlefield
I thought i was flying
I though I was running
but all things pass beyond any watch
the landscape painted by my steps
is being left behind behind behind
so much life breathed
so many things sleeping in the box
of oblivion
as I walk
through the days
before my night arrives
Clinging to a kite
I go clinging to a kite
trying to make sure
my feet
don't lose a shoe
I cross life quickly
not to fall prisoner of the winds
that moments inspire me
I am filled with gestures,
words and events,
that orbit around me,
parallel universe
that I see only in my dreams
how difficult it is to know how to be a hand,
a kite
and the rope that holds it
Bad Boy? What do you think?
He has no face
he is just a voice
whispering words and words and words x2
he makes you think that it is you who think
he is a lover having more lovers
but when reappearing he is well received
he is the God of Thoughts
he is capricious like the weather
and can turn you into a plug
carried away by the current
when he shuts up
bad boy bad boy
talk to me
I will make you a crown
with the words that you give me
Run, run, run
I run I run I run
the night is cold
I run I run I run
the fog wraps the street lamps
the street lamps
I run I run I run
leaving behind
the steam of my breath
of my breath
Streets and more streets with no nME
North South East West
the Rose of Winds slept
in the box of Yesterday