In this world of mysteries With so many secrets yet to release I held on to the seeds I knew when I was younger than the day, when I grew Witness this lonliness and how the empty space caresses my emtpy face as I call the name.
I will be dreaming and I will remain the same. Nothing here can open up the door. And I will be wondering why this was meant to be. What will come After Before?
Life a flash from a clear-blu sky. The thought just struck me and it hurts so bad. Now I wonder if it's worth to sigh. Because I feel I'm going slightly mad.
Summer, autumn, winter, spring. Is there something they will bring? Anything new under the sun. In my dreams I never stop to run.