you only know what i want you to,
but i don't really know if i want you to.
you think your dreams are the same as mine,
yet they are all but bubbles of iridescence.
felt something i can't put in words,
i don't know how long this can last.
the world i paint in my mind,
don't think its real.
i run because i can.
to places where inklings are stowed safely away,
only to be extracted as memories,
a trace in time.
i'm cautious when i shouldn't be,
rational when i know i am not.
afraid to fall when i tell others to be brave,
but i'm tired of tumbling down the grey.
i feed on melancholy,
the ethereal bitter-sweet.
instead of love,
save my heart.
love, always intense, always strong.
always heavy, so i'll never be ready.
convince me, but you shouldn't have to,
i shouldn't need it, why should i need it?
fear always win, it always does.
i watch the dandelions dance in the wind - they always do.
they're never bound,
they're always free.
i'll dance,
i'll fly.
