Whatever it might cost, a look into the future,
Forsaken but not lost,
Nor given in to torture,
Like noises in the wall, no one will notice,
You know you will fall
And drown in misfortune.
Crowned by the doom, you almost see it coming,
To stand or to give up,
You can figure nothing.
Then you retrace your steps, and when the world rejoices
You stumble back and forth,
Youâ€™re torn between the choicesâ€¦
And the disaster gleams, beckoning the reverie
Youâ€™re dwelling into dreams
You know astral travelling,
Far away from scorns and senseless agitations
Youâ€™re breaking into thorns
Of anger and frustrations.
Strange as it may seem, another day of struggling
For something to redeem,
For something… just for something.
Knowing is cold, ignorance is starving,
All the mess you hold
Is pulling down – youâ€™re drowning.
Water never burns Â
In the gulfs of fire
Even if that means
Death of the desire,
Once the soul has turned
Face down in the mire
What is left behind
Will keep the noises quiet.