06/02/2015

a ship

when we started to build a ship
I always thought about the sea
never about the ship
the whole ocean open wide
for you and me - the sky

when we started to build a ship

I painted it red and white and blue
maybe yellow too -
and I thought about us
holdin’ each other
over waves and sea storms

when our ship was almost done
I felt as happy as I could be
- now we could face the sea - said I
but there were waves and storms
scary as shit, we agreed, we hit

then we got into the sea
wondering we were finally free
no roads, no maps
no fences nor signs -
but
someway 
I felt weird -
from somewhere in my head
ca to me this little notion
that we're still chained
but by the ocean
can't you see?