KingofKinks

California dreaming

And so I began again on this fateful morning.
I have not yet bring myself upon that little death.
But my eyes are on dead weights.
Still this grey matter of mine is like
a programming on loop.
Just need a muse to arouse my carnal feelings.

Looking out of a moving train sometimes gives me the feel.
The feel of getting away and getting older.
Time seems to get faster and faster.
But everything is going to a standstill.
Need that magic card to summon the demon.

Things are going ok i guess.
Everything looks fine to me.
But is this all true? Is the world I am living in is real?
Are the butterflies real?
Sometimes people do not see what i see.
I do not know the truth sometimes.
Everytime.
This is a weird feeling but it is not new to me.
Have been going on for ages.
I wonder why?
Have the birds find their way through another step of evolutions?

Please find a way to your way.
Because a way is not always the same way.
Everything changes.
Nothing stay the same.
Flowers will wilt.
And so will us.