Drowning
 

Sometimes, I would drown in my mind
Sometimes, I am trapped and blind
Imprisoned, between 2 flames
In the middle of a box of games.

What can I do?
Who can i pursue?
What role can I play?
Once, ever, maybe today?

I can't just think
What am I?
What am I doing?
Who am I?

To my right, there is a mirror
Why is there a mirror?
Is this good, is this bad?
An empty mirror, I am just mad

There is only one thing to see
Something is precious to me
I see something, reflecting in my eyes.
Or are these just lies?

The distance decreases
Or am I just shred into pieces?
But at once, I notice it is true.
The fire in my eyes, is you.


Excuseer mij het engels, ik kan niet dichten in het nederlands :o

juist ja, de wereld op zijn kop