I’m a bubble
bubbly, bubbly...

I think I’m okay, or perhaps, I am more than...
Who knows...

There are plenty of ideas
for one to explore alone...

Anchor me to you like in a boat going fishing
Let me drown in jealousy within the profundities...

Who I was and who I am
is not who I am going to be...

Can I tell you something?
Sometimes, you are a sheep...

To awake one day and be
Like a corpse walking in empty streets...

I dreamt to be...
but it was just a dream...

If I was the shoe in your foot,
Who was the sock...

some days, my bladder is like
a food garbage disposal unit...

As I feel as I lay on the grass,
As I feel as I mown the lawn...

Oh!
The sky is grey and the grass is red...