Sometimes I want to, sometimes I don't. Hence the reason why I take advantage of every moment of inspiration. Then, it seems like a tale full of poems, about the voluptuousness of anticipatory anxiety, foreign voices pretending to be. All the white horses and a lot of blue but a happy blue nor one ounce of sadness. Billions of shining fairies instead of dust. A way of relating myself to the world. This song sounds like The Strokes but it's another different band. All this, because not everything is what it seems. And this is the story of cats and rats and rats and cats driving in circles: just my story in another ordinary day full of dreams in tidy shelves.
