At some point in life you’ll come to realization
that not so much matter, for what it used to be.
At some point, I realized that age doesn’t matter,
either does materialistic things
or how your social status influences other people.
At some point, all of your earlier experiences will guide you,
for what you’ve learned and for what made your richer – not in money or success,
but in wisdom and personal growth.
And that is my friend, nothing you can buy.
Maybe one, dazzling day you’ll make peace with your past
and oh darling how lovely it will be;
when your demons no longer haunts you
The only one who’s capable of change,
is the creator of it existence by herself
So where’s the fucking solution?
I keep searching for a solution,
and I’m crossing my fingers and toes
for a reason, an explanation
that would be as simple as something
I’ve already discovered and learned from
Life, it scares me at this point
and I would love to take a seat back,
and enjoy my visit here on earth
my mind is playing me a trick
and I keep fooling myself all over again
by running miles and continuing to repeat my
To whom could I ask,
to tie myself onto an anchor
and slowly sink below the surface
or keep fighting for air,
as the stormy waves keeps me under water?
I know for sure
That your walls were built strong
so nobody could tear you down
But you can’t fool me
because I’ve seen it all
I’m trying to remember
when we decided,
not to love each other
nor to care.
I can’t remember.
Isn’t it strange,
in a world by billions of people
that we experience loneliness
and by that time;
we crave for belonging,
to be a part of somebody
Isn’t that strange;
even with thousands of different languages,
we experience loneliness
and even if words were enough
I would say;
no one could understand just exactly
how today feels