Falling alone in the spiral,
Walking alone on the high road,
And I see a bit of light at the end,
No matter how fast I get,
It always is ahead,
Can someone stop the time,
So I can admire, the sunset,
So I can admire, moon rest,
So I can breath for another minute,
So I sleep for an extra second,
Have noone tell my tales to,
Who do I even say,
"That I dont wanna do this anymore,
This is tiring and I am tired,
Take to a mountain so I can just retire,"
But all of this is a fantasy,
Fantasy of my mind,
Desperation to take some time,
I dont wanna go anywhere but other choice I have,
Its my life and I don't get to choice whats happening inside
