I’m no fairy, not made of star dust.
I’m not enchanted, no divine trust.
That’s not me.
No endless sea.
No mysterious key.
I don’t feel sense, nor grace
I’m made of emptiness ‘n space.
Cold to the core, minute by minute,
till my shivering notions dilute.
Stop. All come to a halt –
Exhale. Nothing’s in a vault.
Scratching pen on a paper…
Bleeding ink, who’s my shaper?
Wind up my heart,
once again – lets start.