In a paper boat on a sea of ink I float along,
Waves of inspiration and clouds of doubt
see-saw at my heart's fulcrum
With a pen, no... a quill,
And a parchment, no... papyrus
I write the stories of 1000 men, no...
I write the story of a boy and a girl
The cute couple, they're in love, infatuated, inordinary friends.
Not quite extraordinary, but far from normal, they dance.
And he is I and she is her and my only gift is the soul of a poet,
A gift weak enough to never pass as a day job!
And she is an enigma, a dark and beautiful marble soaked in fog.
Through our trust and honesty, I can still see her face staring back at me.
But what lies beyond the horizon?
I want to write us a love story, but maybe our destiny
points to simple companionship
They say it's not the writing, but the re-writing that counts.
They say that one should not ride magical sea tortoises at dawn.
But they seem to have forgotten, it's all turtles, all the way down.
