Who turned the lights off?

Who shut the noise down?

Who let the wind blow?

No surprise, it was me.

 

I keep blooming in colours,

for others there's no hint of the dark.

Sometimes when I feel it,

lurking around,

trying to scare me,

I smile.

 

For others there will be no hint of the dark.

 

Dreams can be tricky.

Mine turned my world around.

 

 

Besitos desde "la capital de Escandinavia". O eso dicen.. ;)