ISLANDS IN THE SEA

ISLANDS IN THE SEA

When I travel, I carry with me millions of songs, 

I carry with me gems and jewels,

I got my poems about me, 

But I am escaping,

With smiles streets ahead of sadness,

The most beautiful things are dangerous aren’t they?

That’s why my diehard nature won’t stop chasing them.

Because this doesn’t feel human, or real,

I want to run away, question in my mind. 

You stare wide-eyed, I make patterns with the smoke,  

Tracing the room with these grey plumes that dissipate into nothingness. 

And I’ll never stop emerging from darkness, even in the light,

They say I’m mean, call me crazy but honestly, I think I’m more,

You want it all, but I only want you. 

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