When I was a kid I thought one day,
I could touch the stars.
Now that I am much older,
I realised that I couldn't touch the stars,
The latter makes me feel bleak.

However the beauty is there
And even if I am only allowed to see,
It is a privilege I did not deserve.
I guess I'll always be a star gazer.

wander to a place called home
where you can curl in bed
and not be bothered by dread,
where you can lie your head
on the soft pillows

but resentful, no,
a new chapter will stumble in
to bother my slumber
and knock on my door
until then, I'll count every speckle
of dust

tear into the falling night
fasten the day
without a single painful tear
push those memories far away
fast sinking, the glistening forever sky
waning in the dying light
trample of feet
in tall green grass
the soft haze, I love to feel
as everything soften
elbows swing and air bellow
past my ears, like those years
I spent listening, misery
but now those melodies
don't tune with me anymore
and hearts pace
as this band of youth
with stories to tell
and shoulders to sleep
simply decide to race
against the dying day
wanting to get away

We dance in it's pleasures.
We count it's treasures.

We hide from it's terror.
We wait for it's surrender.

Oh, how I love adventures.