I write during intense moments of boredom which is Most of my life.
When I get very bored my capacity to Daydream is intensified and I leave on short journeys in my brain which i attempt to describe Or I simply speak of my turbulent and useless little life:
Comfort in the clouds heated by the sun Comfort in a daydream, on a trip to the skys
Comfort in the smell and taste of a shine
We float above the heaven that we all seek
As I walk under the sea appears a man
We walk to the sea floor and lying in the sand is the ship upon its unfinished path.
He was young and he was old
He was very,very cold
Striking beauty of what is right
In the snowy path of fright
Lost in thought and standing on glass
It's starting to crack with the weight of the task
Hearing the story of the lost boy
Finding my road and best fitting mask
Beautiful feeling at the best sight seeing
Blurry faces,blurry beings
When I get very bored my capacity to Daydream is intensified and I leave on short journeys in my brain which i attempt to describe Or I simply speak of my turbulent and useless little life:
Comfort in the clouds heated by the sun Comfort in a daydream, on a trip to the skys
Comfort in the smell and taste of a shine
We float above the heaven that we all seek
As I walk under the sea appears a man
We walk to the sea floor and lying in the sand is the ship upon its unfinished path.
He was young and he was old
He was very,very cold
Striking beauty of what is right
In the snowy path of fright
Lost in thought and standing on glass
It's starting to crack with the weight of the task
Hearing the story of the lost boy
Finding my road and best fitting mask
Beautiful feeling at the best sight seeing
Blurry faces,blurry beings
Thats intense but very well written.
