Tell me of the things you feel. Of the visions inside your head. Surely your symphony. Could be playing with me instead. . Can't you see me standing here?.
Remembering the wind. Kiss soft the evening's end. I'm floating in a world of. Where I wanna be. . I've played it in my mind. At least a million times.
My ordinary days. Are spent inside the maze. Of never changing ways. Such ordinary days. . My ordinary spin. Showed itself again. It never seems to end.