Tonight
Somebody’s going out with my soul
Out of my soul
The wise owl
I’ve got something to bowl
Out of control
Tell me more…
What was it for
For ever or for future or before?
Who know?
When the earth is moving
I’m still grooving
I’m still standing in the place
Tell me face to face
No matter if it’s bed
Or road
Wherever I am
I’m in the right place
That’s the taste
Of my precious life
You’ve got three
I’ve got one thousand fifty five
I was your father
Was your mother
Was your daughter
Was your wife
Who am I from now?
Wanna try every role still
Sliding down,
Climbing on the hill
Imagine how I feel…
08-2011
The owl
© Copyright: Анна Стессель, 2011
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