Face Of Wood Testo

dreaming in a chair, contemplating

the times gone by - exhilarating, entertaining

reaching out with tenderness



scenes of laughter framed in reminiscence
catch a smile for stormy days and sad occasions

moving targets and camera shy



the moon is dark and shadowed

the sun keeps ticking by

silence and solitude

no one left to cry

no one left to cry



standing in front a mirror
I draw and pinch my skin

tired eyes portray reality

a face of lines which melt in the world



I am oak

I am oak

I am oak

I am oak