Paroles de Fishline

When did this section grow up? When did it become this kind monster Undefined, asphyxiated? My fishline was bitten Showing things that i can’t rationalize And in the end the drops of blue Fall right in your eyes as letters And turn them better Building words that i can recognize All squares turn into circles Let me say, unlikely beast My fishline Was empty and, even so, fine If i want to throw a piece of me I’d fish back each minute that i had To cry my scores And laugh of my trivia