Headache

Didn’t fight against my throat
Didn’t want my voice to shut
For the fears of the raised mind

A walk turns me upside down
Lost wind finds my dry skin
Oh, I’ve lost myself in the way

I didn’t talk when I had to
No one can hear me now
I better fly to reach my thoughts

Can we rewind life for a moment?
Can I make all of the uncomfortableness
An endless blue sea?

It doesn’t matter the color I choose
All the world wants us to stay grey
An endless grey

I didn’t talk when I had to
No one can hear us now
I better fly to reach my virtue

I better fly to reach some virtue
I better walkaway to an end
I better chase and never find