Am I getting down in moods?
Slipping all the way up in mayhem.
Buckling tight the whimsical rites.
Passing by the afterthoughts of life.
Craving the insanity of blowing at tides.
With sun laughing & whisking me away.
With moon rolling happily in tangled sheets.
Writing on crumbled paper those songs.
My fingers beating tables for applause.
Those tiny steps heading for a mischief.
Open windows screaming at me to jump.