Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like a man. When somebody appears in my life, no matter how nice he could be eventually I change my mind. Sometimes I believe in myself and nobody can say a word. I only pretend to be the best and for me that is good enough. Sometimes I wish to get away, flying into the blue sky. I would not feel like a dove who never gets so high. Painting a rainbow in the bathroom, boiling those eggs with some wine, building a skyscraper with mushrooms. Sometimes the imagination is just mine.