See,
I'm drowning in the Sea
while one or two are swimming
The plane that won't arrive
is broken, but the pieces
are still alright
Maybe in future I'll rebuild
for what I'm searching on the ground
While drowning, before I'll wake an recognize
that It's just a jetlag of my feelings
Tomorrow
my mind will be arrived
as i did yesterday
Not at the airport
but maybe at home
See,
I'm nothing but mad
to see what I'm able to do
and what I want to do
But the freaking pieces are scattered
widespread
all over the ground
So it will take such a long time to rebuild the plane
as for finding the source, the feeling
that gives me the will to rebuild
If time didn't matter
I didn't care
but hell is just looking for me
Waiting at the pieces
Waiting for me to get out of oxygen
so it can crush me down
before I even smelled that heaven
sleeping in the plane
I wanted to build but failed
And though I'm not in hell yet
Though heaven is just about two million pieces far
while I already found ten
I'm getting tired
of minding the niceties
I just want my plane ready now
no matter how breakable it will be
maybe next time
I'll be more perfectionist
04.05.2008 |
