he thinks dreams mean, more then they seem
a lesson, in extremes, you need to look in between/
secretly when he passes a car
he looks at his reflection, and feels like a star/
but the part isn't right, and the stars in the night
lose all their shine when he's startin to write/
his heart is a playground, with nothin but slides
he starts at the top, and falls, all his life/
pauses and sighs, pauses and sighs
what if this miseries all in his eyes/
if maybe he closed them, they'd all step aside
but scared to miss the moment when all will arise/
so he writes, won't even sleep for a little
and can't see the picture beneath all the scribble/
leads a life where peace is a riddle
he lives with the good and bad,and sleeps in the middle/