Coins in the wishing well

And I am here again complaining to myself

About desires and dreams locked up in cells

The ones that don’t leave

The ones I don't know

Hidden inside myself

In a place where I no longer dare to go

I took a walk today, went to the wishing well

As the clouds moved, sun light reflection showed it well

The coins I threw in

They are still there

And then I dived (I had to dive)

Just to feel them once again here in my hands

And I am here again complaining to myself

(About desires we throw to life and whose value we forget)

I talk about it

Because no one else does

I talk about it

Because no one else does

My lost desires

Deep inside myself

Are like the coins left in the deepness of the wishing well