• What else ?

    As a child with ocean eyes I smiled At a world existing just for me ; Without boxes, borders or boundaries I built dreams ; But like plastic building blocks They were knocked down to the ground I grew up
    To a world of compromise Analizing what it means to dream  
    I don't really wanna understand Everything in my world It spoils the fun for me Come on darling you can take my hand Blowing kisses in the wind We'll fly away in our dreams From the boxes they'll put us in  
    Who shall we propose to be ? Who am I supposed to be ? With these empty building blocks I could make a thousand mes  
    I don't really wanna understand Everything in my world It spoils the fun for me Come on darling you can take my hand Blowing kisses in the wind We'll fly away in our dreams From the boxes they'll put us in  
    And I'm told we all fit in But why should I belong to one thing ? Who shall we propose to be ? Who am I supposed to be ?  
    With these plastic building blocks I could make a thousand mes  
    I don't really wanna understand Everything in my world It spoils the fun for me Come on darling you can take my hand Blowing kisses in the wind We'll fly away in our dreams From the boxes they'll put us in


    (Lyrics of "Boxes" - a marvellous song of Charlie Winston)

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