"Year after year"

Day after day, night after night
I am looking forward hearing from you
Now I see you was really right
I should to start with something new

Month after month, week after week
Time will not slow down but who cares?
Sometimes I feel like weaky freak
My dreams are often like nightmares

My thoughts are thicker than I expected
Instead of lying down I should have stood up
I'm wondering why I could that way reacted
In front of my eyes there's always your make-up

I ask myself: How to reach the freedom?
When we feel free without these all words?
How to avoid touching boredom?
I'm starting to listen to "The Lord of the Boards"

Kangie
10.04.2024