Loose the metrics
The form don’t matter
Dive into the void
With arms open wide
Initiate the mystery
Take this sleeping angel for a ride

Show her the power
Of your dreams
Be the reflection
In river streams
Dilute dilute
The essence of dreams

You may have wings
But you can’t soar the sky
Alabaster skin has
No shield from the sun
Nothing to veil her
From the one

If you can fit into
This picture
Why don’t you
And if you can’t
Why keep on trying

Shake the super hero syndrome
Why be the vision of another
Look for the hero inside
In the Mother in the Mother

 


Go your own Road ~ by Erik Johansson

Alien, alienated. That's me.

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