Breeze

Another season has yet gone by,
And the sun still rises everyday,
Light,
it seeps through the holes in my roof,


Can't stop myself from thinking,
of those moments, those times,
Changed as it were, the liquid stands frozen,
In a Ice cave, I stand in the middle.


Awaiting, not for it, them or her,
But time, time to tell me what it is.
What's mine and what's my dream alone.
And what's not to like, for me to have go wrong.


And it seems the house I live in,
the cave deep inside, stands broken,
shattered without an entrance and i dunno why,
The wind knows it's just ice on the door.


So come in without a blink, and i'm still waiting,
for the breeze to knock, enter and sweep me away,
The breeze that never grew old,
even as the air around me grew stale and stinked.


Welcome my friend, the wind, the breeeze,
that kept me alive every now and then,
even when i was to suffocate, to die,
It'd play around to enter, only when it's time.


Come ol' friend and enter this caves,
Those which were yours all along,
Those that you played around with,
Those that echoed each whistle, each tune.


For it's not forgotten. Those melodies,
but it's been some time since those were played here,
The still air had nothin to play,
Only more coldness to pass more and more.


Let me follow you the way you entered,
Follow you to find the forgotten path,
Where I knew I entered, but never exited,
And let me be free again.


The breeze is still in my dreams,
Still my mind hoping it'd enter this moment,
and i'm swept back into this world,
I'm waiting.

Wierdo

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