As I walk in the woods
away from the moonlight so bright
away from the laughter
towards my fright
As I get distanced
from the crowd so unknown
I listen the laughs faint
and I hear the sad moan.
in the blue paint all around
that colours the trees black.
I felt an urge of something behind,
I wanted somehow to go back.
on the line that separated two worlds,
that sparkled beneath my feet,
one that contained fireworks,
the other that had defeat.
where the defeat had my memories,
the fireworks lightened my eyes.
my world had some unfinished stories,
that world had some news smiles.
it’s difficult to choose whether
to go back our with them.
even if they have thorn or feather,
I am in love with them.