what people often don’t tell you is that there are periods of time when you feel lost but your on the right spot
i don’t know where to step next
my foot is shaky
my soles are clouds
no friction
i look back at what i can remember and what if i just quit it all
packed my bags end left
changed my name into something sweet, no sharp
give my last dime to a street-musican with a faith
perhaps, in this life i live by this melody
the ace to experience
but at the same time
i know this is not gonna happened
in this story i’m the one who don’t even have a dime to give to someone
the one who’s faith is not given yet