Ranunculus
ImpossibleImpossible, I of course can't yet flySeeing sweet dreams, the drops* fellReturning to reality, the tears flowedSparkle sparkle, went that shining reflection. If you look down, a light injury without endThis is just a scratch, dozing, so it follows that I stand here alone and wait.Ranunculus considerably scattered. Papa, Mama, hey...Take me along too. Contemplating if it's normal?Ashes within the chimney.
Doubt and lost, the bright parts of the roadYou see it won't come, only a hillA long detour, seemingly no shortcutBecause there's no one waiting for a slow returnWalking slow, soundly sleepingQuickly morning comesIf you combine the 6 boring days together you're left with one SundayTriumphant in spirit only, next to your effort, I'm living carelesslyAgain today
Hide-and-seek in the woodsI'll paint, pass me the penLeave my mark in a treeAn invitation, an 8-min Showtime, is that ok? It's ok.If only someone could find meElimination, hiding my breath until they come find meNot yet, a dry throat. I gulp down saliva.8 minutes pass. Now 10 minutes. I was found coldIn the still warm dappled sunlight