Jumping through lilies in the stream
Moron girl, you’ll never make it
Observe the noise in fragile silence
You’ll hear it when the stream is still

Concentrate to set a leaf on fire
Slow to burn and spend desire

As fingers break the water tension
Eyes blinded from reality
Go on, disturb the mirror surface
Expect eight years of lacking luck
Maybe a birthday card, a mercy fuck

Pulling hairs out from the eyelids
Once off the plank, the storm shall wane
After one last walk besides the lake
Tear your own clothes, to stay insane
Run river, black river, rocks in pockets

The years are going, three in now
Leave your house and look around
Observe the noise and state your will
You’ll hear it when the stream is still