there was a time
in a nearby land
nothing hurt
it was kind of wonderland
there were books everywhere
and i was fearless and savage,
climbing every tree
hurting my knees and arms
staring into the darkness with fierce curiosity.
there was a time
in a nearby land
pain was all and nothing
cause i had music, smoke and alcohol to keep me by
i went for long walks with my dylan trench coat
the road was still untouched and there were trees where now are houses in construction.
the cold weather ravaged my every bone but i loved it. and i painted landscapes of dreams and black ink.
i had no fear at all for the future, for everything was the present time, and the past.
i took pictures of all things interesting, and i had a non stop creative mind which had the flowing of a river.
there is now, a time.
where i don't know who i am.
what i like and what i don't.
i feel amnesiac.
