where is all of it heading, when will it stop?
and if it'll stop, for what reason?
maybe i'll be tired, or even alone?
on the edge of the cliff, or maybe aloft.
the shadows grow colder, they're asking for me.
but "me" is not here, will it ever be?
again with the questions, i thought they were through,
i'm somewhere inside, in seek of a "who".
i stopped being reckless, but the pain did not,
i'm bearing this curse, will be left to rot.
however you see the face i display,
don't forget the soul, or else i may.
it's so dangerous and hard to respect -
the feeling that feelings are coming too late.
i need, so i close and i tend to neglect.
humans and gods - teach me about faith.
i see that i can't see, but you can't as well,
no water for flowers, and therefore no smell.
superfluous at times, the wind calms the man,
but the wind is the wind, while the man - just a scam.
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