waking up from sleep at 4 pm
thoughts hazy and black
can't put a finger on how long I've been away
feels like coming back from the end of life
pushing me out to do what matters most
there's a sadness all my own
can't explain how lonely it can get
how can we put time linearly
when measuring it feels like
putting it into a cup
some days seem to never end
and others they just fly us by
some moments stay close
and others go down in history
all in all, it's one big mixed cloud of the past
there's a beat coming from the earth
like warm, slow waves of the sea
embracing and calling us in
time is like grains of sand
slowly vanishing into memories
when you walk through
the forest of your reminiscence
you realize the importance
of choosing the people you live with
how they've coloured your days
different imprints they left in the heart
most decisions made are based on the feeling in the eyes
- how they steal
and give
and always
speak the truth
how you think about yourself
makes all the difference
the way you carry your soul
either you lift it up to find home
or you suppress it from growing
night driving - miles rolling by
freshly you pick up where you left off
as you choose the next destination
and search for something better
hoping all this would change
soul finds home somewhere in between those miles
those long and heartwarming seconds
that we carry till the ends of the earth
and are only ours to know and experience
leaving a smile on our faces
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