I recite the kiss I give invisibility
My friend around in my story of lost hope.
A slight to major repression
Always wishing for some pieces of smiles to sow.
Wild and out and confused about
Here’s your entertainment: me still in doubt.
I dream of Dream, the long haired friend
Always there to put me asleep.
I’m obviously going crazy, but I’m feeling free
So I guess I’ll just continue to let me be me.
But no, that’s not entirely true
When the sun comes out I become quite blue
And that new smile later is in fact new
But once again, what is there to do?