The rain pours down
runs off my face
and soaks my clothes,

It continues to the ground
fills the puddles
and soaks my toes,

Vehicles speed by
giving advice
and wishing me luck,

Don’t they see Im hopeless,
going nowhere,
and stuck?

I continue a drifter
side of the road
thumb extended,

Another car passes
I think it’s you
or at least pretended,

I continue walking
I can turn my back
Im a person too,

but I see another
over the horizon
I hope it’s you.

Stars are bright and shiny,
for everyone to see,
you truely are a star indeed
especially to me.
And when the night is dark,
and light should seldom show,
you brighten up my world
with your warm and happy glow.
So when people put you down
and say you’re not worth a bar,
you just tell them I said,
“you truely are a star.”

We arrive in a rushing lucid dream,
falling stars and angel’s dust,
this trip has no particular theme,

Our indefinite and unconscious state,
is blown away to dream-like ecstasy,
seduce the colours and clean the slate,

Racing all the vibrant lights and shapes,
leaving behind only a current and a concept,
infinite is flying without capes,

A flicker of light radiates in the air,
psychedelic signal fire above our heads,
our alertness has naver been so bare,

But we awake from our coma to needles & pins,
numbness followed by clouded pictures & memories,
amnesia is the hangover for our sins.

Take me from this game,
The game of vague questions & their hidden meanings,
strategic confessions & their empty promises,
Where you can take very little and give even less,

So come aboard with me,
and let’s exit this game,
Fly to someplace new,

To a place filled with needs and an impulse,
where we don’t have to ask….we just know,
Somewhere we can pass on the searching,
and start observing the outcome,

So come aboard with me,
and let’s progress beyond this game,
Invent our own pastime.

Another December morning,
I’ve been here before,
I see you awakening beside me,
Maybe this will be the morning,
The morning you finally break the horizon,
And clear the winter clouds above,
Maybe this will be the morning,
You warm the fog I lay in,
And rid of all the dew that keeps me wet,
And maybe this will be the morning,
You share the light you’ve only teased me with,
And give me the warmth you’ve only promised.

L is for your lips, which are sweet and luscious.
I is for your intellect, you are both intelligent and sexy.
S is for your soul, so pure and so bold.
B is for your beauty, both inside and out.
E is for excitement, which you bring into my life.
T is for time, which I always cherish when Im with you.
Together these letters spell the most precious thing in my life.
You symbolize perfection, like a dove symbolizes peace.

Seems the message has lost its clarity,
I hide behind my sarcasm, a poor man’s prosperity,
Irritating….My insecurities buzzing like flies,
I’d seem more sincere if I could look you in the eyes,
But it feels like trespassing…I cannot decide on this or that,
Just a drifter looking for the welcome mat,
Your answer seems so pre-defined so why bother ask?
I should quit while Im ahead and put on my mask,
But yet I sit and think of what I’d say,
About how much i like you, I dream of the day,
But when the day comes, I don’t come clean,
I protect myself, say things I don’t mean,
Trying to find my point? Pick your spots,
There hidden in my stumbling words and misleading thoughts,
Don’t know what to say? I’ve probably confused you,
Just blame it on me…..I always do.

Thoughts and feelings run through my head.
I never thought that’s what you had said.
I don’t understand, not anymore.
And that’s why I walked through the door.

Did you really say that?
Or am I just dreaming?
Its like the words were pulled outta a hat.
So everynight, I wake up screaming.

Now as I stare into taillights,
On this long and cold day.
Im so afraid of heights,
And everything you used to say..

The color of mother’s hair is given to me
It returns to the original white
The look in father’s eyes is passed on me
It shows the indifference of old face
A very beautiful name
A place I was attached to
When lights are off one by one
except one
When every door is closed tightly
except one
There is only one yellow light
There is only one unlocked door
Wherever I fly to or go across
As long as I turn around
There is always a light, behind a door
Just because it has a very beautiful name
It has the width and tenderness of the sea

• French Version:: La Maison

They tell if you want something
you should throw it away
…………
throw it back
like the big fish
…. the big wish
Don’t you ever wish?
…..you ever wonder
Don’t you.…
……..ever?
. . . .