My Words Are Mine, My Only Love Is You
I had dream, was happy than I never been.
Now I’m confused thorned between an idea and reality.
You see, I keep loosing my ways, and always hope you will be there at the very end…
You are always in my thoughts, every piece I pen has pigments of you.
I know, I’m just an artist who lives in utopian world, I have nothing else to sell other than my dreams.
I don’t expect you to understand it now but I do hope, one day you will.
I bring words everywhere, doesn’t matter the nature,
I’m home everywhere without a true place.
My words are mine, my only love is you.
My spoken- word on the wall,
Always led me to north,
There, I can only expect the light,
If every piece I pen has a pigment of you. It is because, here or there endlessly everything points at you.
I said ‘my words are mine, my only love is you’
Today like yesterday, you feel like home. And my utopian thoughts long for you.
My spoken-words on wall,
I can only dream to be read, and not understood.