it’s not easy,
not something I want today.
This smile a facade,
the bubble of laughter a ploy,
so the wall will not break anymore.
Its slow the music today,
and the rhythm feels like the blues,
I think it the skies playing with my music.
And red will be my sun someday,
with a million sunflowers alive,
a thousand green seas
and a handful of fireflies.
Go gentle on my lies,
they are my only defense,
cause whenever I have let go,
in all eyes it was only pretence.