things I have been thinking about
Sunny Day
The sun is out,
I see stars in broad daylight,
shimmering and shining up,
some smells of love around.
This is a wonder day.
And I hate it, so to say,
because it's too nice, too much enticed,
too mushy and faint for a lost soul,
like mine to appreciate.
I take my black teashirt off.
Can I ever again look inside at the magic of thoughts?
These things used to be mine,
ago, before I started overusing makeup glow.
I'd give my old life to a new imagination,
if the sun would sell me back my fascination.
I see stars in broad daylight,
shimmering and shining up,
some smells of love around.
This is a wonder day.
And I hate it, so to say,
because it's too nice, too much enticed,
too mushy and faint for a lost soul,
like mine to appreciate.
I take my black teashirt off.
Can I ever again look inside at the magic of thoughts?
These things used to be mine,
ago, before I started overusing makeup glow.
I'd give my old life to a new imagination,
if the sun would sell me back my fascination.
