waiting for the shooting stars to flood the emptiness
that has painted black my evergreen sorrows
I saw past, flashing across melancholic present
whispering to my surreal self that lay still..
O’ child , you ain’t got a future
so stop drowning in your fantasies
lift yourself and jump off the cliff
and see for yourself the mystery that you once questioned
the heaviness that flows with you, slowly feels light
the wings that will sprout from your fears
will lift you up to the heavenly skies
rays of hope will fall on your fading self..
it’s time my child to bid goodbye
to all sorrows and happiness
that were part of your forgotten dreams..
wake up and smell the grateful death
and drown yourself in heavenly glory.