When hope ledt me i miss the way
Do not worry i did not lost even i forget the way the old way
Now i can feel happy.. maybe sad...maybe i do not know
What iam sure that i stopped running behind hopes behind old dreams inspite of being hard to me to live without DREAMS
The truth both ways are hard to live in to be like a machine or to fly in dreamland
both are full of danger plans hard crosses painfull choices
In the middle iam standing i can not remember how long seconds .. minutes .. hours ..or years i can not remeber wating for new light to walk towadrs a clue whatever is or still trying to find my way in drakness
