Solitary Ground
Living at different places,
evading into various spaces...
My compass has broken,
I'm losing the way.
An ongoing madness has led me astray.
My past breathes down my neck
and it seems now that all I can do is
go back to beginnings when all lay ahead.
A fading illusion now plagues me instead.
In me there's still a place that fulfils me,
a sanctity here that I call home, I run to
when winter descends.
If I try, can I find solid ground.
I follow elusive paths.
Oh, it seems they've been written in stone
and the door to a new life is closing so fast.
Burning the bridges will not bring me back.
In me there's still a place that fulfils me,
a sanctity here that I call home, I run to
when winter descends.
If I try, can I find solid ground.
In me there's still a place that fulfils me,
a sanctity here that I call home, I run to
when winter descends.
If I try, can I find solid ground.
I know that in me there's still a place that fulfils me,
a sanctity here that I call home, I run to
when winter descends.
If I try, can I find solid ground
or am I just wasting time?
...wasting time?
