Everyday
Through this live, in dare and stress
rolling up a cigarette
wishing for a breath..
rolling up a cigarette
wishing for a breath..
Inside the habit of my puffed up coughs,
Breathing smoke is just a scrolling clock.
Breathing smoke is just a scrolling clock.
Everyday
Rolling up cigarettes, quite often with the time passing by
seeking for a spinning place, losing mind and space
seeking for a spinning place, losing mind and space
To put some worries down,
TO find the answer to the questions mine.
TO find the answer to the questions mine.
As I put the cigarette between these lips of mine,
heavy smoke is coming down my throat
needles tingling in the chests.
heavy smoke is coming down my throat
needles tingling in the chests.
Losing eyes to see with heart:
Emotions find escape
from the cage
I have built around myself.
from the cage
I have built around myself.
Zooming in and out,
In the realm
In the realm
where vision unite with power
No brinks for the soul
IF
only I can be
the true author of my self grow.
IF
only I can be
the true author of my self grow.
I compose myself..
Thank you!
