When I'm by myself
And I close my eyes
I'm a denied pain
I'm the running drops of rain
I'm the gently sound of the guitar
I'm the fading sun from miles afar
I'm a wide awake dream
I'm the smell of peach ice cream
I'm the moon that watches over
I'm the forth leaf of a clover
I'm the bishop in a game of chess
I'm the most constructive mess
I'm the blind that claims to see
I'm the love that was never meant to be
I'm a tea on Sunday evening
I'm an open wound that is still bleeding
I'm the first leaf that falls in autumn
I'm the last word in a post mortem.
I'm the weak unfearful beast
That is still alive at least
I'm me through all I exist
Passionate and summer kissed.
