There is nothing special about my dreams
But I feel like the sky is coming down
to heal me
Covering my eyes with clouds
Touching my hair through winds
Raining my skin with little suns until it goes dark...



There is nothing special about my mind
But my body feels tingled by every whisper of nature
My heart covers itself with green leaves when
it feels sad
And my palms, face up, keep waiting for other people's minds
to rain...


But there is something special about my borders
I'm a little wild area on a continent
undiscovered yet
Still waiting for an explorer to map my spirit
Very afraid that a cruel conqueror will slay my soul...