Fantasy ruined by a mop!

Tired of meaningless voices.

As a surround system that knocks around my thoughts,

I run into people, wearing different funny hats and fake mustaches,

but people are so naive and my aura is so green,

that even in middle of this tornado, they want me to use different colors.

Do they want me to be dirty as a muddworm

dancing in a chocolate cupcake? Haha

I run into darkness of my rutinary life

Those voices, those phantoms are still bothering.!!

Maybe I shouldn't place any attention,

maybe I must close my eyes and believe in myself.

Insanity may go away.

Remorse of blood stains created in past

probably will wax away

these sharp claws that have been hurting people souls

may help to scratch that sticked old bubble gum

that hangs from my back.

If I bury myself in a pirate chest and sen myself

as deep as possible, into the center of earth

I think no one could find me

and maybe they erase me from their memories.

But, I think why should I play hide and seek with them,

if I am a child that disguised as a grownup.

Suddenly I imagine here in my everyday play

a secret door hidden in everyones heart

that opens millions of opportunities

of secret doors that remains unexposed

by those colorful shirts and those Rockstar-necklaces.

I become peaceful reaching stars with my eyes close

believing in love creatures that irradiate viruses of loyalty

all over the green yard.

I'm still waiting and knowing that you will find me,

with my eyes closed and my arms wide open.

I expect to feel the warm of your skin,

and the contact of your breath into my cold spirited face.

Taking this breathtaking last sunshine,

that starts with yellow flow from the sun,

and becomes purple by the twilight,

that consumes my body.

Finally, the only idea that keeps my head working,

is the way I think about you right now.