Look behind the trees
You can see the moon
Think of how you're free
Or you may be soon
Your life is green?
Or is it white like the color behind?
Is it clean like a precious queen?
Or it has a blight?!
Can you
Get through
Your remorse?
To be a knight
In the bluesy night
Riding a horse
Can you be true?
Or you're just a trivial Shepherd
Like me
Can't think, can't love or see
The heavy wind passes through him
Like a wheel
Lubricated
with grease
"distorted"
That how he feels
When he knocked by
A kind breeze.
