why do I stay in the world that I hate,
feeling the anger raising every day,
refusing the outer world, the normal life,
which is pushing me deeper into myself.
Why is it so hard to find the right direction,
not to care about what they might think and say,
rolling over blind minds of every days desert,
on the cloud of free will to free my soul.
Why do I wait, for the time it will be too late,
I care about the pain of not understanding me,
through the past want to save the future …,
with your soul by my side all the way.
“Why” do I ask “why”,
got to stand up from the ground of complains,
let the inside man to go out no questions asked
let the future to give sense to the past.
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