the movie finished baby,
if i don’t move on now,
then i will never move on,
rockwell,
rock well,
been daydreaming in a parallel world on a nonexistent beach,
in roswell,
sipping gently on lemonade served in a fine glass cup,
if you rock then rock well,
suddenly it was the night,
then the day came,
and i was evolving all that time,
i was growing beautifully like an orchid,
but life got boring,
and i realised,
if i don’t stop fearing change now,
then i will never grow fully,

it’s only a matter of time,
every caterpillar turns into a butterfly,

it’s just a matter of time, love.

i will let the waves move me,
like a letter in a bottle,
dedicated to a proper person,
waiting in the destined land,

i will float towards someone,
like an odd papyrus scroll,
someone who can decipher
the writings on my soul,

and push me past the horizon.

maybe i said ‘i love you’ too soon,
well, now that you’re gone
i guess i can say it once again:
‘i love you,
for the fun of it’.

new life,
new summer,
new lover,
new love song,
i’m aware it’s wrong but i sing along anyway,
now that i’ve found someone two times better,
geometrically,
and just overall,
it’s a summertime thing but i sing along anyway,
shortly i’m about to move away
like a yacht on a wave,
headed towards a lighthouse.

you lit up my path,
so now i grasp happiness,
prettily abloom.

life is simple but
some things are clear in the dark,
in the soft moonlight.

art is made to store feelings, so they get covered in snow and uncovered again by the sun rays.