It's a mess, this confusion.
I need time, constantly,
to think, to plan,
to arrange, to calculate.
My head, it's an ocean,
The waves of thoughts
keep crashing,
smashing,
colliding
into each other.
But your eyes,
that light, those rays,
Like the setting sun,
Or the pale moon's haze.
I could stare forever,
I'm lost,
calm,
at peace.
I need time, a lot of time.
I think I'm going to stay.
