[bluestone]

something

It would be good to have someone to talk
About the wind, the seeds I planted last month and are starting to grow,
About this so sad feeling
Of being put aside from life
And although all wishes, the thought of be losing the fight
Because the word dream is lacking its meaning
And because while hiding me inside myself
It's becoming hard to be part of
Or live for
Something to be
Something to live
Or love

It would be good to have something to talk
About the fight, the feeling, the wishes I hide and am starting to lose
About this so sad meaning
Of becoming part of anything
And although all words, the dream of be living the life
Because the wind is being put aside from seeds
And because while being part of
Or love for
Someone to be
Something to plant
Or live