Possibilities

I prefer to walk
I prefer early summer's greeny streets
I prefer stories full of fantasy
Cause they make me dream again

I prefer to write
I prefer more of touch and less of words
I prefer loving more than being loved
Cause it makes me dream again

I prefer moon and seashore
Possibilities and questions I have in me
The smell of air at midnight

I prefer you and your piano
Struggles and how you respond
to your own sadness
Like sound of old jazz music

I prefer color palettes
I prefer some exceptions to the rules
I prefer all the unfound melodies
Cause they make me dream again

I prefer moon and seashore
Possibilities and questions I have in me
The smell of air at midnight

I prefer you and your piano
Struggles and how you respond
to your own sadness
Like sound of old jazz music