Though i stand at your door
i dont knock out of a little fear
It has been a long year
and i have been learning to keep this far
wishes once so demanding like a chilled opened beer
aging into wine getting smoother and smoother
the distace has vanished and my crazy cravings disappear
and i dont miss you that much any more.
for i have created a smiling you out of my little memoir
and my obsessions, in a weird rhythmic way i got over
The eye is not that playful any more
it's become steady and getting deeper.
I have grown a hairy beard and cut short my hair
and many times find you behind the mirror
I still stand like i used to at your door
though turned silent and dont knock out of a little fear.
but i dont know who you would like to meet an old friend or a stranger
and i have turned silent and dont knock out of a little fear.
Peep through the spying lens of the door
If you still find a friend plaese open my dear !!!