Follow my dreams where's mentally bird
of dark emtiness gathering it's own pieces.
For dignified features of unnecessary realities.
Peculiar pain tireing me from sadness.
And I don't know what to do...
Even a grey portrait of destination
is becoming without morrose feelings...
Something want to rip me off,
just for a few pieces.
Watching from sunrise to sunset beyond my own thoughts
-changing myself inside the stormed middle.
Won't you catch me if I fall down Mr....of None?