wind of the days

I'm trying to collect my memories
it's flying around in my head like crazy
the blown away by the wind of the days
my life became crazy and wild like the sea
sometimes calm and suddenly I can't see
the huge waves around me no way to escape
I'm all in this situation no one will give me a hand
looking everywhere all around me for a light or nearby land
am I all alone or someone sees me from the far and hide
maybe I'm worthless or my situation is hard that no one will care
or they are scared to try to save me and thy cant dare

reach for me

a lot of things going on my mind
a lot of memories feelings and stuff that I can't stand
sometimes I really wanna speak out loud
I wish my voice will reach the clouds
as my sight reach the sky
but something is holding me back
my mouth and my fingers want to start
I don't know it's like a big wall surrounding my mind
nothing going in or out of my mind
I'm totally confused about what to do
starting to think or starting to bring back memories
my thoughts stopped and my memories are so deep inside
I'm on the edge of a cliff
the fire of the past is on my back and the darkness of the future is in the front
under my feet are the spikes of the present going deep inside my bare feet
I hope someone will reach for me...

take care of your heart

your heart is the most valuable thing in the world
keep it inside of you and don't give it away
you can love with all of your heart
but keep it inside of you
don't put in the had of the one you love
no one can take care of your heart better than you
you know what makes it happy and what makes it sad
you feel it when it beats fast when you are with the one you love
no one better than you in protecting it from anything can hurt it

in front of the mirrof

when I stand in front of the mirror looking at my face
I can see all the traces on my face
won battles lost battles
happiness and sadness
broke hearts broken souls
I'm wondering if there is a world on the other side
if there is...will it be like mine? or different?
happier or sad?
full of emotion or like a stone?
can my reflection on the hear my voice and see me
or like the rest of the world just living status

so tired

'm tired of being me tired of being others
hiding from the light hiding from the dark
closing my eyes I don't wanna see
but I open my eyes I don't want to see what is inside of me
thinking about past, present and what's hiding in the shadows of the future
walking roads that never finish
and going back to the start and miss it
I know ill be tired of walking
but soon ill be tired of sitting
trying to stand up
but the pardon of the world is on my shoulders
no one here and when there will be
everybody caring about his load on his shoulders