Here I go, once again..
And it won’t be that bad.
Every little thing releases aromas. Every little one of us, is realizing their own scent.
This is the learning process.
Here I go again…
Eyes wide open, my wings on standby. Let’s be honest, I know I can’t fly, for my wings are broken.
Eyes wide shut and I might give it a try. I am frightened, I remember now…
I was created by smoke.
I was fooled by wizards.
I was appreciated by worms.
I was choked by wild flowers.
My mind cannot stand still; it follows, step by step, the choreography of absurdity.
My body, motionless, sings the rhyme.
Here I go, again…
And I flew over the wild ocean
And the smoke transformed into a soft cloud
And the wizards are no longer the charmers
And the worms turned into colorful butterflies
And the wild flowers became my wildest dreams
Will you offer me some trees? I need them for companionship. My forest is running out of animals and plants.
Will you give me some of your flowers? I need your perfume, so to keep our memories alive.
Will you sing to me? I need to get rid of this deadly silence.
Will you touch me? I need to get aroused.
Will you drive me to the flea market? I need to sell my imperfections and give away my fears.
It took me a while, I suppose
But finally, I am here, I am in control, I am burning.
Burning for your sake. Burning for your insanity.
I am realizing my own scent, now. I can recognize your aroma
If only the timing was right.
Here I go, once again, and I am witnessing my own beginning…
And, I guess, it won’t be that bad.