She was walking
To an unknown destination
Didn't know that somehow
She'd end up where it all started
Looking for things that aren't to be seen
The roads change
but the destination
Is always the same

Fine sidelines feeling nostalgic
She's tempted but not willing
Promising vows with beautiful outcomes
All the synonyms to her wishes
Falling into the pressure
Tracing the steps
of anonymous people
Leading to a place filled with regrets

No unique signs
Can't change the game
Can't be blue
when the game's black and white
Zipped in a paperbag
Freedom is calling
Unzip and the colours shine through
60's re-lived but in different view

As soon as my head rested
There was a puddle on my pillow
Memories so clearly in my mind
Even though it has only been a day
I want to forget
Can I for just a second believe
That I am floating in the wind?
Can I feel as though it never ended?
I want to fly above the skies
Where I cannot see any land
It is just me, the skies and the sun
But here I am
The reality is starting to get blurry
As i drift away
Into my dreams
Let me focus
On my sweet dreams
Just for now
Goodnight

Butterflies
look beautiful by sight
Sea Urchins
They are mesmerizing
Some say
they feel butterflies in their stomach
when they get excited
But imagine a whole nation of them
Trapped inside you
Flapping their beautiful wings
Trying their best to escape this prison
And as mesmerizing as one thing can be
Imagine a whole ocean of sea urchins
Crawling inside of you
Looking for a loop hole
Exploring the walls from inside
But there's no way out
Am I the only one
Who has this feeling?
Am I the only one
Who constantly is jealous?
Even if I don't want to be?
It ***** to not feel good enough
But that's just me.

I wonder if my mind
Always has to be so kind
Or my heart will be
What you want to see

I want to sleep
Without the need
To give you more
Than you're looking for

Can I hide?
Or do I have to fight?
Do I have to stay?
Or can I run away?

If only we could see souls
Instead of vessels
The definition of
what makes one beautiful
Is the honesty of your actions
That's what we would see

Not to put someone down
because you think you're pure
but to know who to trust
And who you can rely on
Betting on what you're looking at
Can sometimes be deceiving

Because looking
isn't always seeing
We frequently classify
When we don't even know the content
Seeing souls instead of vessels
Would be the moment of realization