WinGEd soup THoughts

thinking and trying hard on finding
is wherever i get lost in your words
my heart beats in some strange
deep and fried serenade

the birds are lost between the
pink clouds where
there were only weird dreams

the branches are like your arms
i don't know where to go and i
always get lost in words...
they are not connected inside
my melted torn brain

there are lots of doors to be open
there are lost of ways- and no way out
there are no ways left- and no way out
the way out is lost in some deep
crooked sea!