Color Your Zebra Stripes

The dreams are the ones who enjoy our lives So jump of the cliff and denounce your ride Never look back, for single fly Or to the unpredictable sky Don’t let the thunder announce your demur Shine to the future on your dry hands Color your zebra stripes Dace to the narrated smile of a wrinkled woman electing to part To me all of us are fools We are just ponies on a stride There is no one who can empathize We are in that simple transaction of life Yet the one who will define our lives Birds, follow your dreams Climb the tallest wall, otherwise tear Berlin down Stay close to your own footsteps It will turn your predicted past Put away your dolls, but keep them They will soon rise to the light Let the green surround you, and enrich you with its forceful gist Sit back, but don’t unwind It’s what we do now that will define our drive Drive far away and write your path The footsteps on the sand are the letters of your own book The remains of your friendships are grips of your dance Don’t be afraid of loosing a gasp of air Keep hope on your save box and throw away the lock Let it drown to the bottom of the ocean, Let the wind take you by Far, far, far …