The FieldsFields of mustard, splashing with Colour.fields of Mustard, Flirting with The wind.the Fields of mustard, like Skyscarpers above us, conceal our Bodies as we Lay on the Forest floor.The fields Of mustard, fleeting though They are, lay a Pathway of curiosity as we run From our Lives and live in our Dreams.
DownDarkness Surrounds me. thiS weight Is impounding. I fall deepER NoT knowing whERE I'm going. I follow Those before mE in Trust And in fEar.
Essere o non Essere Questo e il ProblemaI wonder- Am I awake or am i Dreaming-I wonder- Am I crying Or am I screaming-I wonder- Am I Dead or am I alive-I wonder- Am I truth or Am I lies-I wonder- Am i human or am I Not-I wonder- Will I Keep dreaming or Will I rot-I wonder- Will this Pain remain or will it Fade-I wonder- Is this smile Real or is It fake-I wonder- Do I care or am I Lying-I wonder- Am I Falling or Am I flying