with blue green sky the daydream tree it holds it's hand out to me asking, asking, never again with silk on skin your gaze will take me when I started out I was blind should I even care anymore because sometimes I wonder about what the hell I am waiting for and it seems as if my veins are tributaries for the sun as I see which way the rivers flow surely they are seeping maybe I am going the wrong way drifting further from you and I ask myself why couldn't you have come my way maybe if you'd have been here but I guess I'm just a child maybe if I just wait a bit more...
