Today I woke up and didn't feel a burden. Two years of the sour, fragile, cold and lonely nights are gone. Although the snow comes soon, the only thing I can see is the sun.
Everyday he wandered a fragile path A path Scarred and neglected It ended abruptly This was the type of path he knew best The end of the path opened to a great escape With no crossing for miles The vast road offered an instant death Cars sped past with no remorse Everyday he watched but couldn’t pull through He told himself ‘tomorrow I’ll be released’ If only he knew
Every night he dreamed of death To live alone would be his only regret His dreams were vivid and were soon to come Just not in the way he once thought it would
One day it all changed The boy found a true love He smiled and forgot why he hated himself A new path he followed With a girl by his side Finally he felt happy and no longer wanted to die
During the night He no longer dreamed of death He dreamed of his future Too bad life is unfair
The following day offered many opportunities The boy walked his new path with his utmost dignity The path wasn’t neglected It didn’t end abruptly The path opened to a crossing which was new to his area Who thought this would be the place where he got run over
Oh, Mondays I sleep away. Tuesdays I lay awake. Wednesdays they are the worst. Whoa, Thursdays I reminisce. Friday, I see your face and I can't breathe.
Although the distance is daring, I sure know what it's like to be alone.
a huge piano and endless piano sounds of endless sounds about every day haunts me and everyone day it sings to me so much already many many years every day
and I remember the days of evening winter when my brother and grandmother were together when everyone was were near and when I did not know did not know the sorrows o remember I began to paint and tears again and again they have found me and eternity
all eternal eternity is a great eternity and all the sounds of that piano of that past happiness and the world of peace that has long been gone world of a happy world of a bright warm world not the world of the cold not of the world of the terrible world of the sad
walk on human eyes walks around the eyes every day and every night all the walls of this world all its circles and all its angles it's all me and all this is my eyes all this I and all this are my eyes all this is me and everything these are my eyes and so it was always and here every day every day I go and look only at my eyes only on your eyes and more only on your eyes and nothing more and nothing
then on what I write every day then where am I I go every day that I eat every day what I listen to every day is what I watch every day what I hear every day is about what I think every day is that I'm in the hands take every day all this is my face and my skin my eyes and only my eyes all this I all this I and only I and so will always be so always so it will always be like this forever and death is me but death eternal life eternal life eternal life the eternal transition is all this I am all this I am all my eyes
