I followed Lucy in the sky and now I’m lost in inner space.
A lot of questions in my mind and now we just began the search
Misunderstood, bemused, forgotten. I want to know what happened then
Going deeper in the dark, went to the most ambiguous place
I saw a little child crying, he looked mournful in despair
With his eyes full of hatred, he said how come we never play.
I told him, I’ve been busy, but it won’t happen again.
So I grabbed his little hand and with him I flew away
This is another poem by my friend Cristhian. :)