Sans titre (3)

Below the cloud I see the surface
The moon is up with the stars watching
When do they talk ? Why can’t I hear ?
Hi up there, I lost my path
Which way is the life class ?

There is this feint light
Orange fighting with the dark
It’s definitely leaving a mark
I’m up late and not sleeping
Not sure why though

Headaches is my pain tonight
Certainly not the only thing
My mind is flooded
Even so I can’t tell the direction of the flow
I know everything that is poured into

When again will I see the snow
I’m too hot right now
And I need to calm down
The innocents ideas are going to drown
And that is definitely not my plan

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