You are afraid - of being yourself
Your spiritual abyss – is covered with leaves
Leaves from braches – that once were alive
Leaves full of life – dancing in the wind
Embracing the wind…
Every single emotion – means nothing to you
Times and moments – you went through
Never satisfied - with the things at hand
You sail your ships – to no-man’s-land
You are driven by - unquenchable thirst
To catch up with life – while you’re hunting ghosts
You carry your heart – underneath a coat
A heart full of doubts – full of remorse
A heart full of sorrow - that grows cold
A massive grindstone – that aches in your chest
That aches in your chest
