Mirage

i love my girl,

brave and delicate like the sound of thunder;

and she loves me, the wild child, 

born out of beauty and raised in uncertainty.

we roam the streets like no other

in search of fragile things to save.

we give!

and this will tear us apart.

one day we'll give too much…

and our naivety will become

our curse. 

we'll drift away,

loving and hating each other, 

unable to do a damn thing about it.

tell me, my sweet child, 

in the morning, when you shake your dreams 

out of your golden hair 

and

imagine the perfect life unable to step into 

reality, 

what do you see?

is it a color? is it a face? is it desire?

or do you blindly look into the future and

only feel?

let's build pyramids in honor of our existence!

everything is simple! oh, so simple that becomes

incomprehensible…