Canon 30

My tousy apparel and lousy care

shuttle through the tunnel way.

My dear hot air and hazy day

how do I dare to fancy you?

She always reminds me

don't you forget how to breathe.
But how could I breathe

in such heavy tinted air?

I cannot breathe at all,

not even a little more!

When I lay my eyes upon you,

I'd be so desperately lovely ill.

Day by day it crumbles,
Are you here to cuddle?

Maybe in the night life show.

I'm certain that you are,

another very different shooting star.

Neat, shine and bright soul.

Sea drowns my suffocated soul.

Tell me, tell me your dream substance.

Unfold to me all your great radiance.

Oh Dear, your enchanting face,

could be as dreamy as the haze.
polluting my heart and my mind,

fascinating yet the deadly lethal kind.