Aeon Delirion
2012
Yes, I can compete
whilst my emotions stride towards amsterdam in July
this cosmic haze just makes me complete
and the melodies make me fly to Mexico.
Maybe, I can resemble more
my self of nineteen years
and tomorrow, Ill bury my gnob
and with it all fears
that Id fall on concrete
with my reeking sorrow
Never, I can trust my luck
of having hit this aeon
with those circumstanced hills to climb on
this feels soft like real life, not numb like a rock.
