I'm gonna hang around still..
for a while..
Paralized I am when I see what I'm doing..

Will I be able to move on?
Or should I understand that it's pointless to wait
for myself to grow up and become a slave of common sense?!
Statements of sanity are required
to show the world that I'm not a joke..
Just a kid.. Or just a big lie..

Someone should wrap my thoughts in plaster and find a bin large enough to hide them in.
I've put all my words in a paper bag to keep them safe from the eyes of strangers.
But you came and blew the bag with a bang!
How do you think I'll be able now to pack them again without you stumbling on every one of them?!
Did you think they were easy as feathers and harmless?
You were wrong!

And now I'm confined in this dream about colours.
I have to stay here and try to get every word back in the bag.
It's the same bag, because I can't leave and find a new one.
So it's all ripped and the words keep on pouring...
But I'm not gonna give up on them. Not yet.
Not until someone will shake me off the dream...