Headache

Didn’t fight against my throat

Didn’t want my voice to shut

For the fears of the raised mind

A walk turns me upside down

Lost wind finds my dry skin

Oh, I’ve lost myself in the way

I didn’t talk when I had to

No one can hear me now

I better fly to reach my thoughts

Can we rewind life for a moment?

Can I make all of the uncomfortableness

An endless blue sea?

It doesn’t matter the color I choose

All the world wants us to stay grey

An endless grey

I didn’t talk when I had to

No one can hear us now

I better fly to reach my virtue

I better fly to reach some virtue

I better walkaway to an end

I better chase and never find