Tides on the verge of extinction
Sky collapsing down slowly
Birds and trees falling lightly
Memories folding away
The streets are just a river of dust
The ships on the bay
All go sailing away
They won’t be back here again
Can somebody tell me?
Why the highest highs,
Always match with the lowest lows..
Because I really don’t know.
And I don’t want to fall asleep,
Because there’s no guarantee,
That I’ll ever get back..
Despite of me.
Because I don’t want to come back,
Because I’m way up here...
The air is so clear,
And I’m looking at you.
I’m already so high,
Above the ground...
I’m already afloat,
Way below.
Please don’t keep me at bay,
I want to float away...
Something so exciting,
And at the same time terrifying.
Comes my way,
Emotions amplifying.
Hold me down,
I need to breathe...
Hold me up,
I need to leave...
Keep me back,
I have to flee...
Send me away,
To somewhere far away...
But always be here,
Close to me ...
Always be here
With me.
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