Mockingbirds fly over the lake,
An apparent figure they make
Leaving my imagination flow in darkness.
Make me fall into an eternal state of bliss
Perhaps I am too old fashioned,
thinking about an eternal kiss.
I prefer a swan,
who takes its heart out
and swims with it in its mouth.
At least, it’s a sign of courage,
showing such purity in front of society’s mirage.
Words are still,
in front of man’s will.
Make me feel; make me kneel,
in front of purity
defeat my ordeal.