There comes a time in life
When you get busy looking into the void
And you start to wonder....
What was it that made me so complacent?
What was it that made me silent?
Was it the failures? Or was it the lack of it?
Did i not pay enough attention to myself?
Or was it too much of it?
What did go wrong, anyway?
Should i have told her how much i loved her?
Or did i stay quiet for too long?
Would it have been better...
If i would've turned the other way?
Or perhaps that turn had long gone.
What am i going to do now...
With all my decisions
With all my worries
With all these dry tears
And with this long, dreary beard
I cannot see anything clear now
Maybe i forgot to wipe the dust off my glasses
Or perhaps my young eyes couldn't see what i should have
What am i going to do now...
To live and to forget?
What am i going to do...
With all this regret?
I'm up still, way past midnight
Writing my mind on the pages of doom
I feel so frozen and lonely in my room
I'll stay up for a while tonight
Daydreaming about the flowery days
With the sun shining bright above my conscience
My blurry vision seems clear now; oh, what an ambiance!
I can dream like this in many different ways
People say I can't perform my life's act
I really wonder what they do with their own
I cast my doubt on their pretentious brittle bone
As they're unaware of life's most important fact
You can't measure the sky with a scale
You can pierce through it and call the shots
But, the countless stars will outnumber your thoughts
And gravity will later put you on sale
I'll be up all night, writing on these pages
Will keep writing till my conscience ages
I'll write till the dawn of the next day
Staying awake is a task in itself, anyway
Geometrical figures, card boards and scissors
She makes novel designs in her own mind
She cuts through her conscience, and the colourless ambiance
And ventures into wilderness to unwind
With a bow stuck in her hair
She'll stand still and stare
At the unusual shapes and flowers
Some would say, "She wouldn't care
And yet she's got a flair
To imagine with her imaginary powers"
She is her own architect, all right
She is an artist with a visionary sight
Craning her neck above her height
She dares to dream in black and white
She dreams in black and white
