Crashing tears, smashing fears.
Stars above, styles on earth.
Can't u feel the little things
That makes us big?
Flashing sites, carroussel nights.
Tripin' bites, affraid of heights!
Can't u feel the little things
That makes us sick?
Unprovable life, unusual wife.
Insatiable heart, the love apart.
Can't u feel the little things
That makes us dig?
High activity in practicle life.
Ignorance with mental reduction
All by influence
Of what sorrounds you.
Every day as a dawn
Everything is undone...
V. Pompaelo
