Swift Paradise

 To the days I stayed up late

To the nights I woke in my bed

Saw the dreams that would never come true

Still on my feet I shiver

Still between the screens I swindle

Whenever I see the space I quiver

From just a day  to over a year.

No rift no gear, mountains and the rocks,

And the days went by, and I refrain from the talks,

Walk the lane or in the van,

Smell does revive me, but inside I'm dead.

Inside I'm dead...