My mind is wide asleep

My conscience keep awake

The promises I deep

Are not the ones I make

I count the costant causes

I lost count of regrets

A surplus of good intentions don't

provide me with content

all I want is just a little content



I choose the beaten path

I've been to where it leads

Why I keep coming back

A mistery to me

I found what I've been seeking

It's too late for me to care

My inspiration's leaking

from a hole I can't repair

maybe I just don't want it repaired