as you said it

take my face away,
gimme a mask,
let my countenance sway,
into your past.

lies upon my face,
peep from the broken case,
into the open space,
kill their every trace.

show a stone to the world,
a story never told,
all the dreams you sold,
were one of pure gold.

if something i say,
the demons start to play,
lives always betray,
why you ask me to stay?

show me the way to the sky
and give a little space to fly,
my blessings are to small to try,
so rather accept my good-bye.

things to ask

mama i've got something to ask today,
before for forever,it becomes yesterday
so please listen to what i have to say

Mama why did i lose my way?
who took me on this path,
whose was this cruel wrath,
why do i burn my life,bring its end,
in the flames that i hold in my hand,
and mama when i wanna breath now,
why does this air go in slow?

mama why do my paperboats always sink?
in the still waters of the silent lake,
and i lose whatever i write on them
from the empty bottle of my red ink
true that they don't know the way and cannot think,
but why don't they sail to the other side even once?
mama should i stop taking any chance?

mama why did they take my feet?
they said this is the way to treat,
and this world is where honour comes,
not from what you do and what you show,
but its measured by the shine on your shoe.
I played in dirt and lost my shoes,
was that a reson to take my feet away?

mama why do they call me a losing snail?
is it too bad, too vile to fail,
or is that winning is the only grail?
mama how could i do what i never wanted to,
their collars are white and minne blue,
they say they are better, is it true?

mama why do they hunt me with their guns,
sitting on the chairs and smiling are the big goons,
i ran to heaven, i found a snake,
swimming pretty in the blood brimming lake,
stars are many but where are a million moons,
is my being here a mistake?

mama i gotta have the answers today,
'coz tomorrow it would sure be yesterday.

and the winds carried me along

it happened once upon a time,
perhaps a thousand years down the line,
sitting on the telephone,waiting for someone to call,
upon my future along the beaten road.
it was a booth deserted for long,
but the bell still rang so strong!

my hands were shaking as i spoke,
or rather lemme say heard, more,
speaking from some andromeda shining,
he said,"bro, no use whining."
"you got to move, take your things along."
there fell my star, and i stepped out.

the frozen wind hit my face hard,
i wiped some tears some smiles,
stepped all alone- spread my life in piles.
jumping from one to another,
and with no star to guide,
through darkness i swam.
night! o night, my dear bride!

like a brown leaf trembling in the storm,
shapeless and obscure in form,
stopped all try and let luck play-decide
whether i'd go or stay.
when you stop askin',is when you start livin'
so that dark night-askin' i stopped,
and the winds carried me along.