Today I woke up with an yearning
To reconcile my black with my white side
So I dressed up like a mime
I didn't like the birds singing
Their monotonous song.
Today I carried the music inside
I loved the sun shining in my eyes
And so I opened my soul wide
'Cose if no one else can,
The sun will surely find my brite side
I felt the need to clean the floors.
Just let too much dirt in
through all my open doors.
Got my mop
And started to clean,
But my mind was elsewhere
And my thoughts were interrupted by a sunbeam!
It broke through the ceiling and entered my room
And eversince I saw it...
my minimalistic world's in bloom
I have been blessed with sanity and yet I deny it
On a daily basis
Like yoghurt or apples or anything else that's good for me
Like birds singing
Like my black and my white side...
...and like that tear I keep at the corner of my eye
Thinking someday, someway the world might suffer from draught
And my last tear would be their saving thought!