I believe I could imagine people frozen on the throne
Made of glass, an iron satchel sculptured in a paper scone…
I believe there can be thunder underneath the wild seas,
Where the pirates roam and plunder, searching for the golden geese.
I believe the bad can matter when the good is hard to find,
Like one truth and lies to scatter, words, clich;s of any kind.
I believe I can save creatures who are scared to be saved,
Lurking, hiding their features from the ones they fell for, craved.
I believe that every bottle hides a secret written clue
From the stars to Aristotle, dropping answers as it flew.
I believe that Piglet could have burnt the grass, so fast he ran
Through the forest that he should have left way back, a simple plan.
I believe in perfect skylight within sick and burdened mind
That will make your coffee just right, gently thoughtful beans will grind.
I believe I am a guest here that has thoroughly gone wrong –
Wrong... the manners, every gesture, but I will perform my song.
8.06.2018 (22:00)