We made it
-Not a lie!-
We’ve made everything -roar a hurray to us!-
We’ve created a pulp electrical world
to play ourselves and only ourselves
in it.
We escaped there at orphan times
and counted waves at first.
In there we broke our hearts;
In there we felt little across
a couple of eyes.
Even at most abandoned times
a deep emptiness was there
to fulfill our hearts.
I wondered the nuisance of the clouds
at the time,
and; we wondered again
what did the birds say
when they first see a plane among them.
We wondered what exceeds us;
the borders of the aquarium;
the possible existence of any door
that opens through outside of our gods.
we have been through dark streets
wandering at the nights
where we saw fat uncles rolling joints
watched their pale yellow fingers
-can’t lie!-
I saw in these very fingers
How sensitive I am
against every little change around me
How hard I long
for immense emotional pressures all the time
And that how little the others know about themselves
and most of the time
how they can’t even realize my existence
amongst them.
It was all like a dream after all…
Couldn’t silence them
not even one
that were inside
All have gotten out tho’
Only I
was forced to stay.