I have everything
the air that gives me a breath
water that gives me life.
I have everything
I see the world with my own eyes
can touch it, can feel it.
I have everything
can go wherever I want on foot
can create whatever I want in my mind.
I have everything.
So why do I feel this constant sadness?
I wander like a ghost in the alleys of my life
keep a shrill cold in my heart
cannot feel the warmth of its touch
cannot see the love it wants to give me
cannot hear its joyous laughter.
I see the world with my own eyes
can touch it, can feel its pain.
Do I want it to fade away?

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© W. Donovan

Street lamps brighten her path
Birds’ singing fill her ears
The trees are her companion.
She’s standing here now, deserted streets.
And only the wind brings old whispers.
She sees a girl waving at the window.

Only wind, wind, wind
brushes her hair aside
Only wind, wind, wind
whispers tender words in her ear
Only wind, wind, wind
touches the palm of her hand.

Empty streets and empty gardens
Lost in the space of emptiness
Overwhelmed by nothingness, meaningless
Alone in the midst of a row of benches
Where only the flowers seem to be alive.
The sudden clatter of the train gives her hope.

Only wind, wind, wind
imitates a kiss on her lips.
Only wind, wind, wind
covers her shoulders like a coat.
Only wind, wind, wind
evokes a feeling of huge emptiness.

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© W. Donovan

Wake up from your dreams and put on your shoes.
Start living the life you’ve got.
Don’t start the adventure to nowhere.
The next morning must be very real.
Forget about death and eat breakfast with me.
Leave it behind the door of oblivion.

Feel what you need now.
sing what is in your heart.
Dance in the rain with your dreams.
Feel like a butterfly, free.

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What if I’ve lost my life?
Wasted all opportunities?
Slept all chances away?
And let everything to miss me out?
Forgive me if I cannot.
But one thought keeps tormenting me.

I will not tell you that I love you.
I will not dance in the rain.
I will not sing, I cannot.

I think I should go home now.

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© W. Donovan

Because it’s too late…

Thank you, Dad.
Your gift has taken my life away.
And you allowed it,
that SHE would get in so deep.
Now I can only wave at you
from the ship of your dreams.
Dreams that turned into nightmares.
But before you knew about it,
it was too much too late.

Do not cry now.
You know, mother will always be with you
and she’ll sing you the lullaby.
Do not worry.
Be patient.
The time will come soon.
I will come.
And I’m going to drag you down to the bottom.
Like the anchor dragged this damn ship down.
Ship from your nightmares.

Thank you, Dad.

© W. Donovan

I would like to live in a fairy tale
so that I could always smell a gingerbread
to forget about the whole scent of reality.

I will build a castle for myself
and
One day I will meet a beautiful prince
That won’t be a trick
The world will be magical.

I want it to be real
so that I could touch it with my hand
and feel it with my own heart.
I want to believe it’s true
so that I could see it with my eyes
even then when it’s not dark.

© W. Donovan