Wandrin’ forward
Underneath the bluest skies,
Only waiting for what I do not know
Wandrin,’
Walking,
Seeking why the bluebirds fly
Feeling lonely, knowing not what that may show
With the wind,
The feeling of freedom that slips into my eyes
Seeking whether I alone can reach the highest highs
Waxing,
Waning
Getting deeper all the time
Until at last I can succumb to my demise

INVIA LE CORREZIONI