We are building sandcastles in the snow;
And we keep staring as they are wilting in a breeze.
The news decide who is dead and who is still alive.
Faded monochrome flowers,
Sadly dancing on a young bride’s grave.
We smile and we cry, the tears taste the same.
Dreams filled with emotions,
The morning dew forgets them every day.
The earth spins too fast; too dizzy to see
The sun is shining through the trees.
I blow soap bubbles of love into your garden,
Put them in your pocket and remember to be free.
reflections of an unquiet mind 