I felt a chill down my spine
Something tightening deep in my belly
Questioning what comes next
Is there any ambition here?
Is there any purpose in this?
What I’ve done so far still doesn’t show
I’m walking in this land where nothing grows
Only fear within me
Where are the promises to be a better man?
When I sink into the same circle of this fucking frenzy
Unable to forget
The deliverance
In the habit of living under everyone’s feet
I beg for dismissal
Like a gray stone
How can I tell my own story?
Expose versions of me carved in my memory
With so many lies
Wasting my time, muttering in split seconds
An insignificant being, almost in a natural coma
Forced to see and live things I never wanted
Followed by
Nothing behind
A minute just passed
I live tired of all this, just asking
For something to warm this delirious cold in my belly
Or thoughts that take me out of here
Where’s my ambition?
And the day goes by
So fast that I no longer recognize me anymore
I want to build something
That endures
Something that breaks
Time and space
Where’s my ambition then?
In many places I saw
My hope leaving me
The scars of memories burn
There’s no road to return
Ghosts of a feverish past
I’m sick of being sad
What have I become?
A rusted piece under the sun
As a matter of fact
I’m not good enough
I’m not strong enough
This sounds bad enough
On my deathbed I can only peel back the layers of myself
Hoping to find the most beautiful petal
The one that stands out among the others
Disregarding the fact
That so much time was lost
