I'm riding (on) my bicycle
but I'm blinded by an obstacle
I shall give blood to an oracle
to make my life less miserable
I'd give a dime for my wife
To spend a little time from her life
Cutting few drops of wine with my knife
Tearring apart the kite that holds back my (inside) flight
My eye is serving its five o'clock tea
The soul is sinking into the deepest sea
A season is growing in my backyard tree
The changes in my life are about to be.
A supreme scheme of a very simple theme
is describing a seagull's flight over a sea scene,
The morning is throwing sand into my dream
You can find the sun by looking at me from within.
