Karma

I blinded my right eye not to be sentimental.

i walk in the underground and once i thought

i saw your face passing..

i ran to reach you

but nothing to reach..

it might be my fatty imagination..

i hate that shiny look of me..

i want to be barefoot, nude in the streets

and when i ll walk my feet will play the music of my soul,

of my excistance.

each one who can listen to my footsteps

will have a different feeling..

some may not have a feeling at all.

but you would dance with it

and maybe cry when i stop walking in front of you..

and then karma police will come to imprison me again..