The hill (when the green was still there)

I've always been brave hearted

or at least that's what I used to think.

A bad paradigm for everyone

a good start for anyone.

And right beneath the silence

listening to how my lungs breathe

somewhere among the fields of gold

despite my black, black heart

and my "Best wasn't good enough" mood

I can still feel it dancing

to the melody of a music box

-once known as glory box-

to the rhythm of autumn leaves falling

- it's an early autumn for me.

I'm not a jealous guy -this I know-

but I wish I'm not just dreaming

and if I am, I wish it won't crush me.

I will be back on the track some day

running

against the storm, against all odds

until I'm brought down again.

Love will show. Love WILL show.

(he said)