Seashell

In a seashell with each breath,
Echo plays like in temple dome;
Shall I call it home?
Shall I dive in the ocean depth
To find mysterious black pearls.
What it will do to a garden of girls?
Nothing Happens in darkness,
It does not bring the Brightness.
Only strangers bent on their knee:
Someone wants to hear the echo
Of the love they have lost ages ago.
Someone frost and cannot go
Without magic pearls for love to come,
But I want to vanish in the echo
of ocean’s strive,
Get high and drive,
Like I never had a life.
But the echo of neon streets
Follows me wherever I go.
And I don’t know anymore
Where I had stood before.
And I don’t know anymore
If it is all illusions and delusions inside of me,
Of wishing being younger than I can be.
And only old seashell in a secret box
Repeats the echo to turn back the clock.