you are wondering why you are lost
why you don’t know which way to go
why you don’t know how much everything that drops would cost
why you don’t know what would you still need to do
you seemingly turn rounds and rounds
seeing everything that anyone counts
grabbing every little or big thing that are out
even if it takes you hard as climbing a mount
but why are you not falling?
why are you still hanging?
why are you stuck on?
why are you holding on?
it has never been a question of how long.
even of what will you be doing.
it has always been an answer to a question
i can control of the situation
we make our dreams.
even our cries and even screams
we make our own story
even the with deepest mystery
to dreams i continue to hold on
to dreams i wanted to be stuck on.
