Be realist

Little screem

I hate this word
I hate and why I must
Hear this so many times
“Be realist”
I hate to be realist at all
Why should i like this, why
I hate to be just a good wife
I hate live in my town all my life
I need to fly
I hate this science carrier too
I wanna be an artist a poet a writer a dancer
What ever it's not important at all
I wanna be a woman in love
But i don't wanna be a realist at all
No, no, no
I hate this kind of job
Realist means to me
Just live normally but it is so
Boring and mean
It's like nothing just things without any meanings
I never wanna be a realist, no
And i wish to find someone
Who let me be not a realist at all
Who let me fly who let me sing
I need love to dream about
I need the touch so shy again
I need whole world in my hand
I want the real love to start again
And new dreams about the perfect man
Who is touching me by his soul
So wild, so pride, so deep and so warm
By his merrily flowing thoughts and palms
I wish to be real but not realist at all
Every age, every time is great
To feel so good to feel OK
With this sensual dance
Living in imaginary embraced
Of my thoughts, so hungry
This voice, this touch, this caress
This deep oceans of desires hidden
Somewhere in the cave of their eyes
And within my and your soul
Still so mysterious, so unknown

Reviews

[Jibey]

Nicely put... the voice of a dreamer - and why not? It's so good to fly, so good to ride the waves, so good to climb the mountain and to take a hot shower... before the hot water turns to cold... :-)