mystery

if my mind and intuitions are provoked,

if the blood trembles through my veins,

if stormy passions get me back to life,

if my principles are sliced while i act as

an addicted without even knowing why,

it's cos, perturbed, i incline to cast away

to see no more ghosts but simply to fly

without wings, convinced i'll be caught

by two invisible arms in my free-falling;

if a new sentiment appears as if the one

i was once, feels embodied in someone

i'd wanna be, lingering beyond palpable,

it's because i met a charming one, who

sipped me with music's mystery, even if

i still haven't found what i'm looking for