Fire Flies _ Butterflies

It comes…
Irrationally,
Take your soul
And mind… your mind.
It throws away you
And your limits…
Like the shame
And pride…
No limits to go now,
No limits like on a freeway…
Your way, between heaven and hell
Turning up your wrath
Making life swallow
Like a glass, butterfly…
And it shines
And it flee
And it bleeds
And bleed…

Now you are alive,
More alive that you should be…
_ “To be or not to be?”
Sometimes you do that question…
And not to be is de short way.
So do it! Be it!
Be arrogant!
Be pragmatic!
Be decisive!
…
Lost jobs, friends
And LOVE…
(Be you and rescue your soul from ostracism.)
LOVE…
Are you ready to lose love?
So you throw…
And lose…
It bleeds…
And bleed…

It’s just the same
But now you are dead.
The rain falls over (you);
Over you… In the mud…
Almost like your sins, facing you!
Kissing you,
And dressing…
It’s the shot way of living,
Have no limits… – remember –
Butterflies…
Butterflies… on my skin
It bleeds…
And bleed… – now you have your soul back –
Cause it was the long way…

(Finalizada em 19.4.2007).