The Fog and The Lighthouse
Starting . . .
The Fog
I'm sitting on a wood catwalk, upon the beach's sand. I try to see the horizon, but the fog blinds my line of sigh.
For the first time this fog is real and not just lyric. The air is cold, but that's ok since it is the only element preventing my frenzy and rage to come out.
. . .
It never happens to you right ? Wrong! It happens to all, to every little soul that does have a heart, to every little mind that sometimes wants to cry. But why? Nobody knows. We are just ants looking for food, and we don't even know exacly where we belong. We don't know where to walk in times like these. I suggest you sit, have a coffee, smoke a cigarret even if you don't smoke and think a lot, that's the only way you'll get somewhere.
You're never alone. I'm not alone, but this fog blinds me, and today, I can't see you anymore . . .
The FogI'm sitting on a wood catwalk, upon the beach's sand. I try to see the horizon, but the fog blinds my line of sigh.
For the first time this fog is real and not just lyric. The air is cold, but that's ok since it is the only element preventing my frenzy and rage to come out.
. . .
It never happens to you right ? Wrong! It happens to all, to every little soul that does have a heart, to every little mind that sometimes wants to cry. But why? Nobody knows. We are just ants looking for food, and we don't even know exacly where we belong. We don't know where to walk in times like these. I suggest you sit, have a coffee, smoke a cigarret even if you don't smoke and think a lot, that's the only way you'll get somewhere.
You're never alone. I'm not alone, but this fog blinds me, and today, I can't see you anymore . . .
The Lighthouse
Still, I can see a light . . . divine thoughts cross my mind and helps me from sorrow. So I ask how long will I suffer and the fog seems so present but still the lighthouse gives us the needed orientation . . .
The problem is . . . in such sea . . .
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Wich lighthouse should I follow?
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Wich lighthouse should I trust on?
...
Wich lighthouse is you?
Still, I can see a light . . . divine thoughts cross my mind and helps me from sorrow. So I ask how long will I suffer and the fog seems so present but still the lighthouse gives us the needed orientation . . .
The problem is . . . in such sea . . .
...
Wich lighthouse should I follow?
...
Wich lighthouse should I trust on?
...
Wich lighthouse is you?