Whatever I touch, I break, so I don't even touch Wherever I shine, I fake, my shadow tells too much However I try to proceed, I sink in too deep Whomever I call love, never we share a good sleep
Every moment collapses, leaving us blindly I hold on to my senses, singns of my body I wear however the wounds of my soul Questions of origin, others and all
Reliance on feelings have thought me to judge Listening to voices have brought me through grudge Counting on numbers have led me to withdraw Looking at features have dreamed up just plain law
I wander and wonder, why I can't do the math Why these thoughts ponder and don't take a bath Sometimes I share a free passion to make But most of the times those act like headache
Here am I reflecting, dissecting my wows Wishing and cursing on different nows Clocking and measuring where there shall be strength, Courage and willpower does not care about length
I am reeeeally lonely the bad thing is I enjoy it and I'd rather die sometimes than to re-enter the everyday grind's battlegrounds... And that also I would be good to go and my pride, my strive for the so safe to be unknown and fear of failure messes me up and drives me out of time. Oh yes and **** it, I publish this time :)