A young man's idea through a small glass of wine
a word said out loud in it's own voice
turned around over and over again
and stopped as it is by the wrong ears
Orientation less what to become
it places itself where it needs to
in different colors it has to move on
what will it be when it's all through
It's a mirror of words
you can only hear yourself talk
would you mind if I'd walk through
It's a million of birds
fused together in one big flock
but it's not what it seems to
A young woman's fears through a breakable mind
a word just received by it's own choice
secretly turned around hidden behind
pictures of dreams of a small boy