What’s that solemn voice calling upon me
What’s that solemn voice calling upon me
Making me dream about a fantasy
Leaving all grudges behind.
Shall I wake up from this illusion
Of having no guilt for the past
Or will it hover over again
Drowning me in the blackout
Where getting up is still a far away dream
Dreamt by many like me.
In sheer silence
We pull down the curtains
Delusional about the certainty.
Growing inside me
An anonymous pull
Towards the sinking ship
As I fall in the undivided universe
Into the glowing flame
The enchanted forest
Or a utopia maybe.
