the notepad on the wooden chair
it's a beautiful little thing, this carved wooden chair
sitting in front of you.
your notepad is
screaming for attention.
you stand still,
you rent time for a bit
paying to lose one more time
cause maybe, you say, it's for good now
you let it rest for a long time and then you walk towards the chair
but the air around doesn't seem to move
as you move along
things crash unto you
you finally realize the little notepad's power to overcome your own
you can't go back to it.
So you leave it and move towards the open door
a young lady waits for you sitting on your porch
and you can't believe
she's the one that was created by you as a little character
on your tiny songs
over the years
but it is... she is the one and she's singing your song
life is so sad... life is so sad...
