Wake up, wake up, wake up...

I

first comes black tea,
with some sugar and milk cuz I need it strong but sweet
before I get out the house n' Start looking for gaps

like a mouse avoids the mass while things move fast
every breath spits a picture so I adjust my pace
watch my step and keep my eyes open for a trace

that could prepare me for the surprises of today cuz life is stunning
full of stupid exercises and funny little games that keep time running
but one single moment can hold the key,

a bee might sting you, a kiss could set you free
so gather your energy for the next possibility to
switch the side of the street cuz fresh angles

make things complete

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so grab your guts and make a move
it's the steps you take
not the perfection you fake

cuz every journey hides a truth
noone else can find for you
so get up and tie your shoes


II
grasp the seconds and make them yours

is what I've been tellin myself since I was 9 years old
and despite the fear of falling that's makin' me shy
every once in a while I fly like a bird across the deep blue sky

but when gray streets make me weak in the knees
between cars and lights I Take a seat for a while
escape from the clocktick and dive into the silence psssssshhhhh

by observing the people through my eyes that dream of a strange little island
where everything's gentle and stress not yet invented
til reality strikes and makes me stop writing critics

cuz if you don'T let it play your heart can drown in delay

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III
& who saw it comin 5 mins later things look different new corner new secret

twelve year old gipsy boy accordion player whose dancing fingers
are not to proud to stretch out his hat for coins
though his smile is tired of amusing the crowd

he also shows it to those who pretend to not see and look away
cuz he knows at night he and his friends gather around a fireplace,
share a chicken, laugh their heads off and train their manly handshakes

so I say to myself that kid got somethin to teach like
let your walk be a march but don't try to compete
or be grown when you must but

when the time is right give it up for your lust and just

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IIII
and believe me I do

with nothing but a plastic cup of water in my hand
my head full of talk those thoughts they never end
til suddenly a man comes out of a park

lookin friendly but thirsty like a bottle of sand
we barely touch when he passes me by but
without turning around I know we both have to smile

cuz my cup changed its owner and I didn't hold on to what was enough for two
like that old lady in a café offerin me her coffeespoon
cuz the waiter forgot mine and I can't resist to

listen to her story that sounds like an ancient tune
but if you're curious about the details you should take some time to


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V

though at the end of the day cuz it got too late to walk back
I'm sittin' in a train swingin like a sleeping crib
but packed with impressions for my sleepless eyelids

still gathering hints about what the next day might bring
good or bad weather? wishing it would stay like this forever
but night's already falling through the window
whispering something like: let's greet the morning together
so who knows maybe it's you I'm gonna meet tomorrow


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