Éphémère - Grazing

Late at night
Wide awake
As I stare into the falling rain
One by one
The stars are fading out
Leaving nothing but a purple sunrise
The streets are quiet
Longing patiently for noise
The gardens look half abandoned
My hands are cold
Ever since I left you
I embrace the world
And wait

My eyes are grazing on the forests
With no cyphers in the skies
With no symbols and no meanings
As I spread my wings and fly
If this is a drug then give me more
If this is life then let me live
Can't believe you call it sinful
When I got so much more to give

So unreal
I sit back and I think about my other lives
In a parallel world
Not so far
Just some miles, should I
Wish for this chance to
Start anew, to
Level it all
Burn the house I've built, I
Try
Not to lie
Not to break my wings as I resume to
Fly
And I realize
That I try to find a language
To reflect the wish in me
With all my heard to throw myself
Into the alien scenes I see

My eyes are grazing on the forests
With no cyphers in the skies
With no symbols and no meanings
As I spread my wings and fly
If this is a drug then give me more
If this is life then let me live
Can't believe you call it sinful
When I got so much more to give

Breathing deeper, feeling weaker
Half asleep and half awake
Close my eyes, unleash my dreams
There's so much more I could't take
All the symptoms of fatigue
I tried my best not to give in
Ghostly creatures, eerie silence
As I contemplate my sin, yes
I concede I'd like to feel
There is a life we can reclaim
Pure, intense, and not in need
Of drugs, confusion, thrill and pain
Taking chances, pushing further
Send my glances through the void
Sensing answers, I'm immersed
In all the wonders I've enjoyed
All we hoped for, all we dreamed of
Leaving footprints in the sand
Little trasures, slipping gently
Through our fingers, through our hands
Hope is growing, hope is waning
In the early morning air
Everlasting, everchanging
Noone else around to care
Hope is growing, hope is waning
In the early morning air
Everlasting, everchanging
Noone else around to care
Hope is growing, hope is waning
In the early morning air
Everlasting, everchanging
Noone else around to care

Written by:
Jan Schoenmakers

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