the joy i could feel is so close to me
and i could try, to build it all the time
till' i run out of it .
will i run out of it ?
i run
after so many options but my own
until i make it my own.
maybe it's my own to begin with.

the sun he had spoken
touched me - the words that were shining
i saw all the wisdom
and it mad me shine,
for understanding

when all worlds are turning
my small one just rocks a bit.
small bit for others,
heart beat for me,
like every small thing is shaking...

and i can see his fear,
rage and love,
i know it's spread,
like a million wishes in my head,
like a million thoughts within' his word
which is beauty itself.