I'm alone again in front of my dark deep waters thinking about the nonsense of the life: what's that keep me still alive? The indifference, the hypocrisy, the lies of the people around my head?
I'm searching for a nameless place, where the depth of my pain may kill all the false lights, to reveal me the cruel dirty reality.
Every day of this years I felt like a wayfarer in my bed, in my home, in my town, never in peace and full of insanity: is this the price of the life? To travel continuously in ourselves with the risk to became mad?
I wanna scream against my mind to make it speak revealing me what I am and finally abolish this torment.
But I am here again in front of my dark deep waters thinking about the nonsense of the life: what's that keep me still alive? what's that keep me still alive?