The Utopia (Lilac Light)

I take a bus and have a ride An ancient fellow stands behind She wants me to give her sit I play on music and feel the beat

Faces around are so unsure Of being nuts, of being poor I am the same, I hear their voice Who pays money the one to take choice

The city under silver clouds The rain with snow about to pound I'm wearing shorts and unprepared For someone catching my mindful stare

Straying the unknown street Seeing lilac light in windows I wonder if those people meet To have small talks in dirty pillows

A girl I helped with math before Now stands under red streetlight Each day she prays for even more Her body is a cherry pie to bite

Conscious anarchists cry without tears They knock the doors with lilac light Their mouths chew out capitalism fears Their irises become perfectly white

Every dog hounds a cat, every cat dreams to catch dozen mice Sincere heart can bet Every murderer would make it twice

This is the Utopia This is the Utopia This is the Utopia This is the Utopia

These problems are gifts I wonder how bring them back The world destroys itself I wonder how bring all back

Straying the unknown street Seeing lilac light in windows I wonder if those people meet To have small talks in dirty pillows This is the utopia This is the utopia This is the utopia This is the utopia

The utopia The utopia The utopia The utopia