Imagine if we get here,
Within the false truth face.
Only weird projects here,
Whose FarFarOut system,
FarFarOut system,
FarFarOut system,
FarFarOut system,
... (echoes)
Since a few years,
Somethings whose created,
Within the dark site,
Because he complains.
Among the stars we roam,
In the vast cosmic sea we sail,
Questions that endlessly comb,
As we seek to unveil.
Mysteries within shadows,
Silent whispers in the void,
Are we the ones who chose,
To bring life, to avoid?
I don't believe in lies,
But why the truth is hidden,
I don't want to live,
I ask myself the question, men,
Are we the aliens?
It's probably not a plotter song,
Nor even a conspiratorial speech,
I just wonder with you,
I can live without you.
Space is fascinating,
Welcome in my mind,
And in FarFarOut system.
Galaxies dance in the night,
A celestial ballet of grace,
Do we hold the cosmic light,
In this boundless space?
A tapestry of stars above,
Threads of wonder intertwined,
Are we messengers of love,
In a realm undefined?
Now this is the trip honey.
Let's embrace the unknown,
With open hearts and minds.
What lies at its core,
Explore the unknown of
My heart,
My lies,
My bells...
Are we messengers of hell,
In a realm undefined?
Keep the rest.
Keep the best.
The best of your life,
The best of our heart.
The earth is far, far, out of this world...
The sun die and he can't see the rest.
The moon can't glow now.
The trip is the best.
The trip is a beast.
But what are we now ?
We rag doll down the hall and we,
We smack the floor and we,
We can die in peace !
FarFarOut is a god no ?
Are we so far now ?
This is the trip.
I have said "he"?
"Why?" You tell me,
Why not believe,
Would it exist?
Get up to the rest honey.
The risk of the ancien galery,
Speak in time with a child.
The child approaches to the risk and he said,
Train heart down...
Come on baby,
Come on.
Take a chance with us,
We rag doll down the hall.
And cry.
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Strange Days - Collection of Poems
PoetryFor a considerable duration, I've dedicated myself to crafting an array of poetry and songs, often intertwining the two. The allure of poetry lies in its melodic potential, a quality absent in what some might label as lifeless words. It's this attri...
