The wind is not what it seems
The rainbow is not as colorful either
As two dreams
What improves past there
Is perhaps impossible
So impossible
Perhaps.
I can chase a balloon
Or hide in my room
I can plant my summer seed
Or assume it is all a dream
What ever hot spot there is
Must be like a fire
In this cold and dry dessert
Fire flowers bloom
As nature repels an empty space
Putting something out
In some special place.
The rainbow is not as colorful either
As two dreams
What improves past there
Is perhaps impossible
So impossible
Perhaps.
I can chase a balloon
Or hide in my room
I can plant my summer seed
Or assume it is all a dream
What ever hot spot there is
Must be like a fire
In this cold and dry dessert
Fire flowers bloom
As nature repels an empty space
Putting something out
In some special place.