Depression is loud parties louder beings, happy faces with a zillion screams, tipsy turvy and a bit of sane, the more they laugh the stronger they remain.
Hollow feelings with a torn plight, hurried promises of a broken night.
Distant bonds of a nerdy smile, replication of a detailed summer satire.
Perfect recipe of a sweet fairytale, downed by a sudden nostalgic derail.
Emotions and curses and wired disturbances, potions and nurses and hired circuses.
Lovely reminisces of an ethereal bloke, dingy glimpses of his familiar cloak.
Sirens and flashes of musical fountains, staggering involvement of judicial violence.
Thumping and panting in low summerhood, voices and echoes of my own parenthood.
All of this and a lot bigger growl, am I allowed to set out to prowl!?
Restrictions and damages of a hasty resign, the fictions and packages of lifetime are signed. Hoping to see the power control, am I designed to not to have more!?
Snuggling the golden leopard of charm, I have been learning how to keep calm, this has been my beating retreat to all of my musings from deep summersleep.
I could be jolly and yet I could cry, I have my sorrows yet I love to fly, this has to be my greatest supreme because I have been singing this in my dream.
Fairies and angels sing a lullaby, I must be hungover for being a super spy, are you imagining my favourite scheme!? This was the story of my sweet summertheme!
