Sand

a plastic azalea in your room
and a living palm tree trapped
in a jar in the hotel reception
you are looking for a desert
servants ready for your call
all you can eat and drink
always hungry and lonely
always going to the desert
it's much easier to be plastic
the world loves your voice
the pain in every breath
sand in your nostrils
sand in your brain
you look like a dead man
you're on the way there
but your child came first
no matter how far you walk
in the deepest desert
there's no oasis anymore

all I have is now
moments that expands
when I play your songs
your story makes me cry
makes the sky cry
after tears there is
always in sky and life
a rainbow