It should be so easy,
letting go of the memory...

Plenty of freinds,
but not the one i want...

No longer needing to hide,
the cloak doesn't fit anymore anyway...

Outside the green world stands,
a shining example of someone else's creation...

Ears of a chosen one burn,
the world lives on in spite...

Party in the city
City of the light...

I wonder if the life you lead,
Does bear for you a fruitful seed...