sábado, 12 de julho de 2008

Tell me:

How can flowers spread their smell without little changes?
How can you say you have nowhere to go
If life is nothing but a complex of endless roads?

How do you find those?
walking
How do you know when you get there?
you tell me


How do I wake up in the morning
How do I sleep
How do I live

Answers, no answers.

I cannot tell you where your road leads
I can tell mine
I make my choices in order to see my way

Your choices
You tell me.