Theres no trace left of what I really feel
In photos fun all laughs and no to do
The simple surface selves at play appeal
The sky enforces colour flood of blue
I feel odd vibes in ultraviolet hue
The sick or sad inside the luckless lame
In hand above ink print its psychic view
I never spell out never bag the blame
I hate the sun a coward I cant exclaim
That sentiment I love the starry night
I guess I luminesce as farthest flame
I love to manufacture heat and light
I feel a magic magnet pull to stars
A solar flare occurs and nothing chars
Chorus stars stellae sterren
