I Call it Magic

Sitting by a window pane,

Dreams about a life in dreams,

Rejecting time,

Broken between the real and the surreal.

I sit by the window still,

Looking at it all,

Looking at what I don’t want,

Looking at what I will never want.

And in their love and loss,

The fear of losing another one,

Greed of the broken winged,

Greed of a lost cause.

Passing through storms,

Lost and found,

Between the music and the musician,

Rhythm of the cursed…

No fear of the unknown,

Fear of the unspoken,

Big Realities…

Bigger Illusions…

Curiosity to a stranger,

From the unknown…

A life against rules of reality,

Moving to the surreal.

Dreams of another window pane…

Dreams of a swim in the open ocean…

Dreams of being lost in the surreal...

Dreams of a lost cause…

I sit by the window still,

Music of the free world,

Realities of a golden cage,

A life of taking flight.

Life as a circle…

In a square box…

I call it Magic…

I call it Truth…