Random's Manifest (Part I)

Pressing my hands against my head 
Trying to hear my heartbeats 
I know that I don`t know 
Only tomorrow knows 

Life is a raging sea, no scedule, no turning back 

I`m thinking what the others do 
If they exist at nights 
When I`m lying in bed 
Life is shifting like the cloud 

Mixed colors clear my mind, one year later I`m back 

Seeing eyes I haven`t seen before 
Space is getting shorter for me and them 
Fate is working for what is written