It's 6 AM in the morning
I walk down these empty streets
Everyone is wide asleep
As I pass this forest made of stone
I contemplate about what I've built
In the last few years
Is it a new home
Or just another stepping stone?
I don't know
And questions pour down like waterfalls
And the city remains the question
For I am the waterfall
My friends
I'm about to set out into this world
My bones are poisoned
So much heavier than in the past
My anxious mind can't seem to find rest
My friends
This is it
A late goodbye
Or maybe
It's see you later
I let you decide
I packed my things
Drained the colour out of my flat
Daringly close to reset
And I can't seem to find some rest
So close the door
Leave the keys on the floor
I don't need you here anymore
In these four walls
Slowly breathing
Departing from old values
He silently tries to rearrange strings in his mind
With a bruised frame
Which stoked a fire inside
I'm decisive
I'll pioneer with no doubt
But the road
May it be riddled with stones
Is and always will be
My hopeful path
Moving on
No mileage counter
Breathing in smoke
Exhaling echoes
Fantasies, framed fiction
Are like a fever dream
