there are Dreams.
discover tunes in me,
striving to become something
Like hands, holding tight,
hands armed with smiles and heartbeats
the drums they constantly hit
and being hit, become hard
skin, strong, thick!
Damn it World, all the injustice in it
do you leave me any space to dream?
Leave me some place to dream,
to be who I want to be.
I’m a newly born, in the music,
granted space in the melodies
got it now, Smiles are doors
the open space before me.
There is structure in the unseen,
a structure you can only see, if you believe.
Fumes blurring the imagery,
blow those away
uncover new mysteries,
go on explore this space furtherly
Music, Smiles and holding Hands are inspiring.