so to me, you
must be crazy with all your
dreams flying in mixed colours
and damn, you're amazing
because you haven't broken down
even though they kill
your dreams slowly,
bottling them and flinging
them for the garbage man
to pick at 5 a.m.

sitting with you
must be bliss
because i find no reason
to move,
i find no reason
to take my hopes

man, you are crazy
but i think

i must like you so
because we've past a lifetime
and i'm still around.