What am I?

The blue is now gray, that when I see it I get sudden chills in my spine,
thorns become brutal as if the coming from the grapevine.
Cotton seems to grow bigger by the time light touches the mountain,
the skin feel thicker than fat air which is a result of the fountain.
Knowing that sometimes today i will reach my vertical limit,
but how far will it take me to realize, it might be only a permit.
The time that it comes from is somewhat very unique,
What it is that is so physique?

Pure

Where is she, I can't find her?
in lust or love.
Where is she, I can't find her?
under the Tuscan sun.
Where is she, I can't find her?
over the mountains.
Where is she, I can't find her?
in thin air.
Where is she, I can't find her?
overseas.
Where is she, i can't find her?
on cloud nine.
Why can't I find her?
the name of the rose is in your deepest rhythm of your heart.

Way of Life

It's sad but true, everything seems to hurt,
pain or no pain.
Everywhere I turn my delicate eyes,
things start to fall on my empty head,
There is no way to find out why it's happening,
anywho, the solution is near by.
I have to go to the max and min,
just to see lust everywhere.
It will not stop until the sunshine is far as the grain of sand,
hitting me a thousand times between my chest.
One way to nowhere is somewhat an apple from the closest dying tree,
nevertheless, its pure with joy.
Finally, the answer belies on the far end,
of the mountain top of souls that can never be reached.

Interrupted Young Minds

Master of puppets carry on,
Year of destiny surrenders none,
Lasting four hours of unexplained misery,
As long as time can be, seems eternal,
Is somewhat the real truth behind hypocrisy.