Now I can have at all the stars for breakfast (Or at least two or three dozens of them) I can freeze the whole world with a smile I can dance with the naked woman on the wings of a flying airplane
I'm in the empty black sky. How to know I'm falling when there's no ground to hit? How to know I'm rising when there're no stars to reach? How to know I'm here at all?
The moon is here.
His blank silver masked face shows me nothing. His blank silver masked face shows me everything. His blank silver masked face is all I'll ever see of him.