#thininking

Why the constant confusion and lack on interest. 

Why does this monster of whats next sit on my shoulder like an owl 

never sleeping, never missing a step. 

My energy is gone, my drive is dead and my head is in a permanent fog

cant hear myself.

cant catch up. 

i just drown

further and deeper into despair. 

what has my life become. 

There is a place in misty lands

Where dreamers hearts survive

And children's tears are washed away,

They never fall, they fly

There is a place not far away

Where lovers can love free

They speak, they touch, all from the soul

And hate can never be

There is a place where time stands still,

The past not lost, the future real

And hopes become reality

Its never too late to see

But when the dawn defeats the night

These images become our fright

And all is lost in light of day