Dreams are Wishes Your Heart Make

 

 

A tiny home and tiny spaces

Hey dreamer let your wild heart roam

You can't reside in just one home

How can you sit by a window so small and barred?

 

Fly free for that is what you were meant to do

Pretty little bird don't stop being you

Hey dreamer don't let them get you down

Don't let your sky be turned around

 

Don't stop beautiful dreamer, don't die

Dreamer, keep dreaming,  waiting for the moment to arise

Don't hide away the beauty that you bleed

Don't sleep, restless wonder, wander on

 

You are blessed with a quest to ponder

To discover and invent

Hey dreamer, reality seems hell bent

To prove itself to be truly real

 

But real cannot be only what you feel

Dreamer, keep dreaming, let them make you

Dreamer, you know your dreams are more

More than just what makes the night go by.

 

Paolo Driussi

 

Every word has been spoken

 

 

After the rains stop and the summer dissolves

Under a light blue sky soft breezes slide and revolve

Trees lining the garden path prepare to face the fall

Of slow yellow leaves and wait for the winter’s call

Soon northern winds will spray thick mist in the air

And morning dew will cling to the dead grass as silver crown

 

 

Days are getting shorter, throwing early long

Mystique shadows on the fallen foliage

Now the quiet forest observes the birds fly away

Clouds waltz, a cold wind sings the old song

And its rhythm resonates in my mind

The sunset spreads on blue hills the colors of autumn time.

 

Paolo Driussi

Between two and three o'clock at night

 

The rain comes with the same usual tick ticks on the window

I keep going through the storm to who is waiting

I won’t make it by tonight if I go to slow

 

The rain does not alter or slow but rather picks up

I have to hurry because they're waiting

My car keeps picking up speed, going ever so faster

 

I hope they are still waiting

The wind blows and I end up in a meadow

For there they are in my sight

 

Then I realize my nightmare

For they've been dead for many years

Am I dead? Three ' o clock at night.

Paolo Driussi

So passé

An age where we can talk to everyone
But nobody knows what to say
It's getting old and lost its fun
Out off style and so passé. 

I have scars on the inside of my mouth
Because I'm talking to myself
It hurts my jaw without a doubt 
Looking at the life of someone else

We all get lost in the vanity
It takes the human out of humanity
Such a sad calamity 
We soak up life with a battery

Caught up in all the new age trends
Missing all our digital friends
Devolving feels like such a sin 
Hiding behind a self portrait grin


Paolo Driussi