Only me, myself and I in my insulation
At night insomniac, me my guitar and desperation
Coffees are wine… wine and coffee
Am I asleep or awake, sober or stoned?
Trapped between my guitar and my bottle made my mold
I tossed, restless, in the dark, deaf night.
From cool crisp sheets,
my clammy frame drenched our bed.
Your voice cut short the spiral…
“Would you like me to hold your hand”?
I was that who you touched,
I was frantic ...
TIME IN LIFE
it was a moonlit night
the wind murmured in the trees
these swinging trees which murmured
reminds me of life
life flows like water
it's like drying leaves sometimes
At the beginning they were fresh
beautify the trees
but sometimes old an...