By: Gus Calvo
I can play the music in my sleep,
where my soul splits into five,
there are just reflections around me,
while play in the carrousel;
where had those pieces go.?
No matter how much I pretend
and I sing with a happy mask,
there are still fragments that I cannot find.
The images spin around me,
each one them giving a piece of my heart,
I want to reach them,
even so far I can't feel them as if my skin died.
The shadows of the carrousel turned into stairs,
where doors go beyond my sight,
I try to reach them but there is nothing beyond,
not even beyond where the fantasy is broken
because I can't find the light.