It's not that I want,
not that I need,
not that I expect.
I am happy,
when I reflect.
How it should be -
I predict.
This life we lead,
not near.
But I miss.
Terrible
sometimes.
Can you hear?
Overwhelm, paralyzed
and pure bliss
in one.
Heads reeling,
locked up in a feeling.
All the best and as you wish.
Let it go
- blabla -
let it be.
Just cherish.
But like the wind,
blows me back
to dreams.
It comes, it goes.
I love you... still,
so it seems.
