Hey man
you look like a sad storm
walking in circles looking for something
you already dropping every second
Constantly ashamed by other people
by building your own new steeple
on the place you was already ten years ago
looking for dust, for decades ready to be blown
I can see myself on my own hill
gravity turned, but Im staying still
On my top, on another’s deep sea
I cant believe , what I can see
I look like egoistic machine without feelings
But I do feel ashamed, I do .. really
Everyone is different
but we do share some fears
we do share raindrops, heaven’s tears
I was just staying there
not seeing the one who’s needing my atention
What role in our stage I do have
If Im just tree, moving myself.. not others..
Pacho 