Extravagant ideas wasting a man
Whom he does not wish to meet
Behind a vail, in the window
He lays sliced in two

A gaze, a glance, a glare, a difference?
Misunderstanding of myself by myself
Taking me nowhere interesting, perhaps
Just a departure from this melancholic
State in which I remain...
A mood...

The sky and the rain convinced me to be so
To let myself slip away to allow myself
To integrate into this atmosphere of
Serene thoughts of my soul... of feelings
Yes and how I feel now I am here, real...
Surreal, Imaginary, transcending from one
to another of my states

Ghostly visions of the past experiences
Now engulf me every now and then...
I'm trying to shape myself taking into account
my former me...

pink.