I'm always living in my dreams,
Day and night they flow.
Picture starry nights, starry nights,
Painted by Van Gogh.

I have a wanting in my soul, 
With a humid heat like Cuba.
Naked underneath the moon,
Like a poem written by Neruda.

I have an addiction that won't set me free.
"Find what you love and let it kill you".
Written by Bukowski,
Words that felt so true.

My head is filled with dreams,
Some will be believed,
Some will plant more seeds,
Some will make me bleed,
But always I am free.