To the end

Dreams are made of funny lights,
funny sparkling little stars,
stars I dream I could catch
only for you to bottle them all.

I don’t know if you’ve seen my dreams,
the good and the bad ones,
all of them making fun of me;
I wish you could make me blind.

I wouldn’t say that I’m just mad
but you should see them, it’s very hard
to keep on living in this house
to keep forgiving them every time.

And I suppose it’s kind of tiring;
fighting,
showing a patience I no longer have,
and I just wonder how much time
will take me to kill them all.

2007-2013

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