Burning

On the edge of my sanity
My craziness will find the wildest dreams I’ve got
Has anybody ever told you it's not comin' true?
Let’s be clear
People ain’t gonna believe in you
They look at you but they don’t see you
They see what they want to see
Patience ain’t gonna help you
And time?!
Well, time ain’t gonna cure you
sweetie, time don't give a shit
time's just gonna hit on you.

A guy between
The reality and the dreams he seeks
A tropical heat that makes he dizzy
A field with holes that needs to be fixed
A broken chair where he insist to seat
Posters, books and a couple of beers
Pills to contain some trash thoughts
Glasses to find the missing piece
A city wall, he can’t escape from this
The drop dead dream
and a twisted smile to complete his scene.

Up to the platform of surrender

I was just spreading myself around
sometimes we're clumsy and stupid
I wanted to see and been seeing
my hand were cold, did you notice it that day?!
cause a look can describe a burning desire
I saw your face and soul
I smelled your intentions
they we're dancin in the air
making movements
it all happend in a sec
while you were shaking hands

Maybe it's an one way road
where i'm running
the speed is high
i just can't stop now
I'm losing my perception
what's illusion?!
where the reality stops?

Up to the platform of surrender
you can see me there
not sure what's going on

no control is found...

My Fuel is the Feeling

By now I’d be about to graduate as an international business man
Or I could attempted more classes and soon become a journalist
A great one indeed
Or last but not least an exceptional architect
I trust in my skills
Don’t expect from me to follow an ordinary path
My fuel is the feeling
I can stop here and start a brand new universe quickly
As fast as a jet plane
That’s how I’m
For some I break traditions
Sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
Well I’m young
I’ve got an endless soul, strong and weak at the same time
And I think for the first time I’m proud of it
So I’m gonna stand for myself
And keep searching for my ideal of state of mind
As Mr. Mayer said before:
“Someday I'll be something much more

Cause I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for”

Yes, I’m bigger than my body....

Some thoughts

The eternal search for happiness,
What’s happiness after all?!
To be happy, are we must follow a restrict rule, rigid, decided for “I don’t know who” before?
Do I need to rely on something, a special stone, or anything like that?
Can I find happiness in a special place; can I buy it on a sale?
When I was a child, these worries and doubts didn’t exist, I was there, just living, crashing my mini cars, running and messing around. There was happiness I believe.
Unfortunately soon or later, we lost the grace once had when young.
I’ve got these questions and no theories about. Ideas only.
But for certain it’s a subjective matter.
There’s no right or wrong answer for that.

This guy.

I’m watching this guy falling apart slowly like an ice cream in the sun
He don’t want to see this happen, unless he thinks it
He’s hoping for something he doesn’t know
He’s hoping for something that don’t even exist
This guy completely crumbles when he sees an opportunity to get out of this sick universe
It was too much time in a survivor mode, now he just don’t know how to live anymore
And everything scares him; everything is far away, where his hands can’t reach
Sometimes, in his better days, he can taste that old flavours, and feel that cold and calm breeze
He’s curious, but he keeps it to himself, he wants to know what’s up there,
his home is everywhere, he could accept anything and anyone
And these days goes by, he keeps moving on, slowly, while he’s watching the world fall apart together.