Everyday
more and more
And I’m not sure if I
like the feeling
I
fear that the idea will disappear
What idea? This idea
The
beauty that brightened my world.
The beautiful that brightens my world.
A smile, a voice, a body, a soul,
a thought, your thoughts
your eyes, some help
I
wonder
I think
I know
That
we will all change
But how
Because
I know will I have been changed for good?
Wicked, is this wrong?
And
I don’t want to forget
I don’t want
to forget my past
I don’t want to forget
my youth
And memories fade
But
people are around us
People are always around us
to remind us
So those
moments can live on
in our minds
in our dreams
So lost ones
can live on
In our minds
In our dreams
In our thoughts
In
our speech
In us
Clock
beats constant but always feels too fast
This
moment is now but it will not last
Every second
becomes our past
Do we want to live
life like it’s a task
Is that a
question we can ask?
Can we deny our intuition
and just go with a fact
the fact that we don't know
we don't know
we don't know
we don't know why
we do the things we do
but we do them
some mixed up menage a trois
of me, my emotions and logic
can't design it like a project
as I project all these feelings and ideas
one big whirlwind,
werling, wild, spinning
while I stay stationary
keep going at it
but staying static
electricity running through me
but we don't even feel it
distracted
more and more
by all these unneccessary
necessities needed by nobody
piling up
everyday
more and more
make the most of this feeling
