lounging around...

bewildered by the sense of momentary caution, reflexes tensing in the seasonal lust and fainting behind the musk of working men

i drift into the hazy street walking lightly and jumping off curbs

i know somewhere he is waiting for me, but right now i just want to swirl around and envelop a chocolate dream pie

cos my mind is sweetend for the attack

i don't mind the games and the acts, as long as in the end someone wins the gold prize

and that someone is going to be me

and it's going to be you too

analog - digital