Sometimes the crowd around
Makes me feel forlorn.
That day I made my way out and strolled.
As soon as i was a considerable distance away,
I started questioning if i really wanted what i said.
I keep saying so many words to me,
I don't always make sense.
I conceived i was sure.
I walked and felt like i should never stop.
Until the land halted and appeared a river.
It wasn't the most beautiful place ever,
But i felt as if it was.
I guess your feelings when you see something matter a lot.
I remember being like this.
Silence still sounds so good.
When i sat i thought about us
And a lot of different stuff.
At last i was thankful.
That this place and i exist.
Then i walked back home, feeling blessed.
Today I'm here again and it doesn't feel as good.
I'm even a bit scared.
Has this place changed or everything else in the book.
I guess everything around has actually changed.
The sunrays aren't that sweet,
The water isn't that clear.
The wind seems to have stopped,
The magic has moved from here.
Everything changes at some point.
And i guess i have changed too.
Maybe this place is still beautiful
It's just that I can't see.
Maybe I'm pointing out way too many flaws.
Just how they do to me.
I think change is good, or else you will never move.
My company hasn't changed.
I'm okay by myself, but i still wish to see the moon.
So i promise i will come back, the time it will rain.
When this place would have no flaws
And i will be the same.
