18 nov 2015

A little dream.

Come with me to the land of birds
where every storm become a breeze
and every ant don't fear the squeeze
come with me, you will get no hurt

and if you look a little closer
from this hole that is your life
you will see there is no strife
and a clock that beats time slower

But in the rush of a grown-up day
made of conflicting supposition, 
I fear I'm just the strong condition 
for your heart to stop in vain.

If you could see yourself through me 
you would notice how big your wings
become when your mouth sings
a lullaby for every bee 

flying bored in my dreamy world,
a land of birds that never sleeps.
My little mind silently creeps 
between your sadness and my untold.

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