In myself
Like on an old and forgotten bench,
On a forbidden road,
On a silent path of slaves.
I'm waiting for the sun
To tell the time
No hunger would tell
If I'm alive,
No hidden traps would know
If I'm moving,
Im just sitting here
Carving in the air
The way of my wings
To learn how to fly.
I don't know whom
I will be tomorrow of my concerns
What I stand for
If I talk.
My letters if I write them
In a manner of confession
I would blame the one in the mirror.
I'm sitting here
No soul to talk to
Or inquire,
This road to no where
Got me in a dream,
In a cage of fantasy.
