Friday, October 27, 2006

THAT’S (A) FINE

Neither a reason nor trouble
In the middle of this shrink soul
Temptations in the loneliness
Running above the skull of fears
Running without faces and without mirrors

I’ve felt a kind of blame
But it’s not true I said
I guessed
I’ve eavesdropped a wise tree
Telling me dark secrets about myself
I was wondering
If I was dreaming on you