Everyday,

my hands on a place.

On a string that moves in so many ways.

With a smile on my face,

an explosion of fantasy's.



And every night,

I will go for the ride,

with a head that lost in so many fights.

With a mind going round.

I’m spinning in reality.



Coated rhymes,

I remember the sound,

of my name introduced so many times.

With a heart of lime,

in lies and guarantees.



Every part,

every piece of my heart,

I wrote down in lines on pieces of art.

Call it fun call it trash,

call it a sense out of charity.



And every time,

when I’m lost in a tide,

I’ll run through pictures of things in my mind.

And a final strike,

in moments of reality.





© Tangarine