goodbye, illusion
my fingertips begin to dance
homework left unfinished
the amazing direction of the wind, the chamomile-flavored stars
if you wipe away your tears
i'll cut the tangled thread
and take you outside the membrane
i whisper, i throb
i cross the town as if on wings
i turn into the creature i want to be
there's a pleasant ringing in my ears
even in the middle of a string of gibberish i find a sparkling destiny
the sun is shining against its own will
the story's begun
we're here
i'll go chasing after the turning seasons
and even as i fall it will feel good
i come near, i lift you up
i purr in my throat, like a kitten
i change into the creature i wish to be
i whisper, i throb
i cross the town as if on wings
i turn into the creature i want to be