The thing
I was chasing,
all the time
I was facing—
yeah, it’s changing.
When it just
got me dreaming,
but just
not remaining.
And what’s screaming—
no,
just not a feeling;
makes my head spinning.
Oh, it’s screaming,
it’s alarming,
must be the morning.
Keeps creeping,
keeps shouting—
When it happens,
Just
Let
It
Happen.
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 2:33 PM UTC
The thing
I was chasing,
all the time
I was facing—
yeah, it’s changing.
When it just
got me dreaming,
but just
not remaining.
And what’s screaming—
no,
just not a feeling;
makes my head spinning.
Oh, it’s screaming,
it’s alarming,
must be the morning.
Keeps creeping,
keeps shouting—
When it happens,
Just
Let
It
Happen.
