And again I'm far away,
so wisdom can not touch me.
Far away to dance the sky,
not want to remember why...
High in the skies,
so the earth is swept away beneath my feet.
High as heaven,
so the real world can not reach me.
Time passes by as clouds.
Feelings do not matter anymore.
And finally nothing is like the way it was before.
Do not seem to remember the road back.
It is close and still I'm so far away.
I realise how bad I want to return again,
but too late again.
Though I try,
the sleep and dreams are taking over me.
Though I want to,
the rush feels so free.
Reality is coming back to me,
making me remember how I once was.
And also how I wish to be again.
But when I'm far away it all feels okay.
And one last final tear drops,
as I decide to stop.
To stop this 'feeling free',
and start again with being me.
- It's okay to loose yourself but only if you find your way back... -