Would my life be a fairytale?
Are al my mistakes made of the wrong material?
A never ending cyclus of thoughts and dreams,
where I still don't get what the purpose means?
Is it too late to hide very fast?
Or should I just open up and let myself come out?
I promised I would focus on the road, not my destination.
But I did it again, no matter what the occasion,
might be, able to strugle and fight against it,
won't help unless I fall.
And just see who catches me, before I hit the ground.
I said to myself that I'll jump off, no more staying on the edge, 'cause I do that every time.
Still doing it again, with that selfish mind of mine.
Getting of the road, breaking the habit and jumping in the deep. Do I have to stay awake? Or can I fall asleep?
Just don't lose the quality of your soul, the beauty in your mind. Open up like a rose, so soft, so pretty and kind. My tears will drown in their very own whirlpool,
a river that leads to the inner me, of truth.
Or will it all end, in a world, a dream, or a story, of the perfect lie itself?
xxx Danique