Dienstag, 11. August 2015

Good to be

Try to sleep in my dreams,
the day's gone, right beside me.
I know the shadows of the hours,
no melting to the ground -
but me, myself becoming one. 
Guess there's quite a strong note
blinding fog in the middle of the night.
Since the moment the hours melted,
thoughts have flooded vacant grounds.


I still don't realize
I want to take a new start -
just like the one from the dream between the hours.
I don't recognize myself,
I think like a fish kept hostage in the sea.


My mind is twisted and filled I know,
I seek the way to better stroll,
holding loosely the thaughts
'till they drip flying released,
fickle, lighter then air.


I've got some images sticking to me,
expectations, I know quite well.
Why do we chase fears, trying to win the assur'd race
when we all know that lovin' smile?


I still don't realize
I want to take a new start -
just like the one from the dream between the hours.
I don't recognize myself,
I think like a fish set free in the sea.
   
Now I see, I realize.
I will retake the new start.
Doesn't matter if I am far away from my dreams.
I will be shaped by the light,
I am good to be.