"Soon" they said when I ask when will I found myself
But the more I stay the more the feeling complicates
Can I turn around and stop making amends?
Coz it would be nice to feel free and find some solace
I keep wondering what I missed in this uphill road
I guess, I should I have not listen to Robert Frost.
Coz right now I am missing some hopeful thoughts,
It's all because of the great yellow wood.
Now I don't know to whom I belong
Coz it seems to me there is no better choice
I keep hearing voices as I walk along
Wiping away the little voice that I call my own
In this frame of mind I don't want to go on
I want to spear away and heal invisible wounds
And even if loneliness appears in the nightfall
At least the choice that will be made is my own
So in "soon" I will no longer want to wait
Perfection, doubt and fear I will never chase
I'll succumb to the little child that lives within
I guess, me, losing myself here is a perfect way to escape.