We sing in the forest, we dance in the city
We forgot how to stay down
We tried to escape and you look so pretty
But I had a drink and now I think
That my well is yet to be found
Caressing the night with gentle strokes
No one poses a threat to me anymore
Random faces of beautiful things
Started to hit my mind like the night before
Someone tried to make me see
But I said I'm blind willingly
Then I fell on the ground and started to smile
Only to anger the people around
I don't wish for you to understand
But if you lend a helping hand
I'll give you a rose
Poetry and prose
15 Jun 2009
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