all things shallow

but you are a coward

disguised as a shy

dressed like a good boy 

I tried to press forward

so where this could end up I spy 

now I realize all things shallow must die 

because there was nothing 

Just a well-fed awake dream

earth away, floating 

structured by paper pillars 

untrusted, fighting unexistent wars 

only inside my mind 

I need to see through you

so I can let go 

that is the cue 

believing in the dive of illusion 

hostage of my own wild desires 

not wanting to lose the notion, the inner fire

a comforting unaware contradiction 

because is better to create a play for theater 

than having crumbs from you for dinner