“time is contagious… everyone is getting old…”*

Take a look at yourself, you won’t find anything new. All your thoughts and believes have remained the same. Somehow, part of your life you passed fearing those thoughts and those believes, after all we never ask for them to come. Somehow, you spent most of the significant seconds trying to build a way out of yourself.
Take another look at yourself. Probably, you won’t ever find a way out of you… at least, you’ve already figured out how to deal with this… or, perhaps, you’ll take a lifetime considering all the signs and building runaways to stand still and with your feet on the ground… [oh, just let me fly on my thoughts]
Always whisper the true, what you think is the most wanted true: all the things philosophers said is kept inside of you… [each one has ones time, ones true…]
In the end, everything has added up a little whether you keep closer than your picture. In the end, you’ll be like yourself if you’d lived under your thoughts…

Oh, let me know how
I could be that tall
And reach myself

Oh, let me grow old
Inside, as if my face
Never resign
The pain to stand
Always still

Oh, let all these things
Behind
Pass us by
With storm weather
Lights

Oh, just let me know
Let me know
Should I
Take off and blow?

As a supernova,
The brightest light ever
As the star I imagined,
The only thing to dare…

* coconut skins, damien rice (oh yeah… again)