Lost in the Fairy Tale
…and where is my mind?! I became silence, as the fragmented words inside me lost their translation [outside] the current forms are treated as axioms; crafting an equivocal existence it is hijacked in a precise delusion, The gods are smiling. years of tradition want to pull me back into the madness of rational ends, tricksters are sneaking in stashing old habits [yet] the heart plays the tune it wants, drunken with boundless possibilities it produces a realm of infinite pleasure, a far from reality I met eternity. …moving quite intuitively, it finds its place by your side; You can take my thoughts You can eat my soul For as long as you’d like.