quarta-feira, dezembro 01, 2010


Long for nothing at all.
Draw back to the cave.
Need an instant to shut
the eyes and slip away...

Something's bubbling inside,
made of nothing at all.
Stare an instant into
the mirror on the wall.

Reckon old fears and dreams
in the dark of the eyes.
Find them bubbling within,
getting ready to fly...

Scared of the things unseen.
Tired of what ain't new.
Warm up all fears and dreams.
Search inside for the thruth.
Partilhar