I've moved every painting
put it on every wall
repainted every chamber
colours I've tried them all.
I moved all the furniture
to where it doesn't belong
I spoke every rhyme
and wrote every song.
I talk to all my plants
even answer for them
spiders are my best friends
as they're the ones that dance.
Bugs I like as well
they bring life to my hell
while birds on the sill
remind me of my will
I've read all the papers
and re-read all my books
still hoping for something greater
collecting all their hooks.
But those lines don't stay
for my head is on stand-by
the whole world seems grey
when it leaves its goodbye.
The kitchen is my laboratory
pasta my rats
a thousand different sauces
countless aprons, hundred hats
To feel more professional
to feel like a champion
but I'm only an apprentice
the size of a Champignon.
When all this is over
I will change my life around
I promise to get sober
to build life on solid ground.
Yes, I promise black on white
so be it, come what may
but then again
I'm only writing my boredom away...