On a cold web hanging on a tree
She looked like an old butterfly
She woke up, madly starring at me
Her wishes weren’t hard to define
She asked me if I would be any help
She told me to set her free
I refused and the I yelled
At her useless immortality
If any eye you close
You’ll find a place in these lovely bones
I went on, singing songs, dancing in the street
When I met another guest of mine
T’was a wealthy man failing to dig
Out the rest of gold in his mine
He said:” Join me please,
Together we can finish this all”
I replied :”I can do it at ease
But you shall carry this cross on your own
It was an endless journey with endless man
Fighting for my attention
I never stopped looking for story
That could demolish my own (reflection)
I finally found rusting rails
That led to the station in woods
It was a place where I found stories
Like diamonds themselves