Spring

A bunch of red roses as a walking stick

- somehow an act of spring fever and resurrection -

confident that he will someday find something more solid than a vase,

perhaps, hopefully, a pot and some fresh water

to place his guider,

watch it spring,

grow strong roots,

look healthy,

last longer.

(he said)

Why do strangers come

We built a little house by the sea

where you' ve always wanted a home, but you see

these games always got some rules

What we have lived

were the tobacco of a cigarette death breathed

along with our dreams

(let me go - no, I wont you said)

And I believed that we would be immortal

now we wont even speak our hearts out

I doubt I have a heart

And then a stranger came

oh, why do strangers come?

And he blew, and he blew, and he blew and he made our house by the sea fall

(what went wrong? - i dont know you said)

And I believed that we would be immortal

now we wont even speak our hearts out

I doubt I have a heart.

(he said)