Where Life Imitates Art

I've decided to write with my left hand intead of my right hand
Instead of underlining, i will circle
A hamburguer made of meet with bread in the middle
Move forwards by walking backwards

Put together the ugly and the bad to obtain some good
From anger and anxiety, get happiness
Paint a picture with laughter
Pack a suitcase full of Monopoly money

Realize that sometimes you do something by doing nothing
Destroying what you constructed is polite
Apparently freedom is no longer a manner of being outside
Is a matter of feeling outside by being inside

I've decided to travel in my sleep
To forget about my body and it's pleads
My intention is not to destroy myself
But to construct another me somewhere else

Not in my dreams or my fears
But in the place where few can see
Where art imitates life
And life is not measured by time

I'll never be old or too young
I'll never need the experience
I'll never need a drug to feel like the bomb
I'll never need to get home

There's no hurry or worries
No long faces or bad stories
Survival is up to you
Not to a piece of green paper or fuel

I'll give my best in this land
I'll breath smoke and walk alone
But i will not assure that im here
I might be somewhere else: where life imitates art