I stand with the brighter side, always. When you’re familiar with the possibility that the truth, your own little truth, on which lies your world, can be a lie, a lie that you’d always believed in, always been fooled into, you toy with it; and eventually, you reject it.
I stay not long enough to lose hope,
but I always have lived for it.
I don’t know what’s there so sick
What got into me that took away my rhyme?
I’ll go to lands far away
where she waits for me everyday.
I want to break this cage for once
Dance along and live for once.
Oh! the wind is mine, the sea is mine
But where is my eternity?
I wish I knew how to write
My butterfly, will you die?