Just drop your thoughts,
take me for a ride,
kiss me hard and good
and let us be alive.
Never us to be able to live and love, impossible wish in this sick society where is tought us to crave for silly things with no heart and soul. Money rule the world, you can’t even breathe and be. Impossible freedom where everybody is a number to be filled in horrible boxes stuffed with dreams we’d never dream.
Some Thing About Thinking 