Confused
Those empty days
I asked myself chains of questions
Looking for the answer
Over the night until the dawn
The tree can be shaking
How can’t my heart?
The falling leave knows how to find its roots
Where am I going in this life?
If every day is a walk
Are we enjoying or trying to have fun like THEM?
If we express all the feelings
Will I be shining under the sun like a flower bush?
You – a stranger in the rush of life
Would you want to stop and look at this quiet picture for a while?
Have you tried counting the months of solitary
Seeing how far have we gone
How many stops have we stopped
To get here?
Fate is something
We hold in our hands
Even when it is cloudy?
What future for those old lives?
But wait, how many glasses of whiskey are enough?
…
I lifted myself out of the drunkenness
Bleu de Chanel on my pillow and the vague thought suddenly turned into an illusion
The brunch someone served on the sharp table
With a pile of documents
Those numbers confused me
But the dream about you in the long days is possible!
Then I will tell
For anyone to hear
The chaos thickened
When outside the window
Rainy and sunny, sunny and rainy?
Maybe, YOU can-be-anyone
Because at the end
I just need someone to love!”
/ write for you/
