The
world is my oyster
I
liked that way, crazy and wild. Caramel eyes and cinnamon dreams, and
all those plans about California. I'm a kid playing football at 9pm
in the afternoon, waiting for the sun to shine forever. I remember
me, trying to steal some minutes from my watch, setting it back, like
that way I could beat time. What a crazy idea. But it worked for me,
it was like, somehow, I had the power to decide I wanted to keep on
playing, no matter what. Even when my mum was shouting from the
balcony, even then, I still could own the moment. No one was taking
it away from me. It was my time, it was my playground, it was my
world. I still like it that way, crazy and wild. My brown eyes and my
cereal dreams, and all those plans about New York and California. In
my head, I own everything. If I want it bad enough I can fucking have
it. Whatever, the world is my oyster.
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