Do not get lost in philosophy

As the road maps are poor

 

I an touching your violet breasts

As we approach the town

 

We have not arrived at our destination

As we never started our journey

 

I am trying to understand the sea

The sea is doing its best to understand me

 

My sailing boat will one day fade

Into the past log of its existence

 

Women have never started wars

But they always start fights

 

Our home in the country

Is now in the city

 

If I want to be nearer to God

Then I will take a plane

 

I am looking for friendship

Not love

 

You can have many friends

But love is limited