• the sweater plucked the owls
    that circle in the monotonous sky
    the needy sworn in for a small price
    so that the limelight becomes mine.

    as we were waving our goodbyes
    you made me promise our compromise
    and only you will dye for me
    because you changed colors and became blasphemy

    are you a ghost of me?
    because every time we met you went right through
    and living in regrets and broken eyes
    you were the broken mirror, the noise in my ear,
    the nights in my years, the floss and my fears,

    oh what a wonderful world indeed