3 April 2009
I want this life to be rearranged,
turn back my pages and make a change.
I have my reasons and I’ll let you know,
I want to see you every tomorrow.
Every time I see you I feel something new,
to be near to you and to touch you.
Here in my heart, Sgt. Pepper plays his band,
his rhythm tells me to hold your hand.
How I tried to stop what I have inside,
truth and disguise always collide.
Still I am contented this way,
plenty of hidden meanings on words I say.
I am now on my way to changes,
taking time to edit my pages.
Maybe my heart and I are blinded,
I don’t mind. I have decided. end