Fairy tales of youth sold by makers, instilled in girls minds
No hero or prince will save the day, the only love is the one which creates
Each action becomes a creation, a dance, a painting or a swim in the sea
Walking becomes part of life for growth is the only destiny
Misery and Happiness come and go, Each day a new one
With karmic evolutions, merchants and consumers
Water and Fire lie within, air allows one to breathe
The earth provides a ground and metal provides properties
The path seems easier when two unite, like animals walking hand in hand
in the myth of noah ark's, every being on the same boat
Collision aries, all breaks, a day away from something that will be made
Understanding that if nothing begins, then nothing really ends...
