2022.03.25.
Temptation
Dancing nightI watch in fascination the second hand stop as if by magic
Colouring me, who remains transparent, beautiful
Every time I rewind I'm told there wouldn't be a second time
Even today that I called to stop wasn't going to go well
In place of the real thing, I draw with a cheap pen
Wishing for a replica of you who are nowhere to be found
Within the diminishing amount of time
Without anything clear-cut to show you
I keep dressing myself up with something new
I'm getting rid of the real me for good
Dancing night
I watch in fascination the second hand stop as if by magic
Colouring me, who remains transparent, beautiful
I will shine here tomorrow
On an incomplete stage with no audience
Carried away and beautifully corrupted by the transparent night