sitting in my soul, dancing, smiling to the air
Jungles of thoughts waving in my inward sphere
Ooo what a massive feel of delight dripping from the dark
I wonder where this my pearl of beautiful clay stay pack
I rewind this revolutions of daring thoughts over and over
I wish I could talk to you my little unborn wonder
You and your unknown mother, have stationed my mind in your world
I have not a thread of your feature, but your name, i had whispered very bald
Are you a man that will stand and dare your future without compromise?
Or are you a woman that will hold futures and choose one that is more wise?
Who do you want to troubled in those nine dazzling months?
Is it a feminine with virtuous moves and radiant fronts?
I'll venture into the realm of our deceptive ribs and drawn out that woman
We'll shout, we'll hate, we'll separate, but i'll not forget that she is human
To you my unborn fetus, I have list of secrets to whisper in your mind
While standing near the river bank, anticipating your coming, i've become delusionally blind
You made me tap the shoulders of the wind with smile, any time I recount, your coming
You have made me a witch doctor, I roam this big ball, through space and time in order to find you a moral lodging
I have become a mad man, fighting to hold the terrible bliss you'll scatter in my life
I have become a clown, to our opposite figures any time I whispered the cry for a wife
Some called me a dreamer, some insane and many, a spirited joker
But I swear, by the gentility of my breath, from them, i'll raise you my unborn wonder.
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