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
