You're a breath of life in this dying place. And you inspire me. We'll watch this doomed world burn, together. We have the arts on our side, my images and your sound, we can show the world a reflection of it's twisted fate, and maybe for a moment open a few eyes, this is what I want to do before I die. We stand on the streets, selling wisdom and watching the passersby turn a blind eye on the truth. As much as it should enrage me, refuse to let the anger in, I'll just do my best and I'll be satisfied as long as I have you at my side.
We'll have an apartment and every pet known to man, there will be red wine and rum in the cupboard, the furniture will smell of incense, we'll never turn off the music except when we watch a movie, and we'll make a mess and never clean it up.
No comments:
Post a Comment