Farewell….

The day has come when I will leave the room I’m so used to living in

My new journey is still disorienting me

On the bus to the station
I emailed my friend

On the platform in the morning, I tried calling too
But it felt like something had changed

I’ve brought one old guitar with me
I’ve left all my photos behind

Letting something go and then gaining something new
Does the same cycle repeat itself?

When I pretend to be strong, it always leads to dreams
When I let myself be cowardly, the insanity stops

As the train began to move
I cried a little….

I prayed that the road that spread out outside the window
Wouldn’t change

The person who gave me the old guitar
Is already gone now…

I’ve stopped looking for answers
It doesn’t matter if I make mistake after mistake

The red sunset is cut up by the buildings

I hold back my tears

But the beginning of each new morning
Will bring confusion for me, won’t it?

Going back to the place I have founded

Starting again from small scratches.

I can’t only choose the right things
That’s how much I really know