How does it begin again?
How does it amaze?
Trusting abstraction
And it has ruined me
Seems I am afraid of it
An undesired effect
It resembled weakness
Mistaken for a strength
It did not come
Or else it never left
Gently turn the frame around
Let the water run
I keep the light on very late
Don't bother anyone
Something passes over me
Cutting sharp and bright
Caught by my attention
I love the moment
None or too much
It is the same result
Fall asleep in your bed
Sleep until I'm up
I just want a clear head
Sun on my shoulder
