
“We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come”
The Unbearable Lightness of Being – Milan Kundera
This picture made me write a song once
So many things going on
through her head
it won’t stop
she won’t go
she has to stay
reality
made her stop
in her life
and it doesn’t feel right
-it’s not right- tonight.
The fields feel right
to her feet,
she walks away
to her own destiny
made up by words
-cozy and warm-
she wishes there was
no need to leave her dream.
… but she has to go… she can’t stay asleep…
She stood by the window
winter had finally come
garden covered in a white dress
prepared to marry the cold
she had nowhere to go
no cause to fight for
she was finally decided
but now the door was locked
she stopped her plans
and made herself home.
The fields feel right
to her feet,
she walks away
to her own destiny
made up by words
-cozy and warm-
she wishes there was
no need to leave her dream.
… but she has to go… she can’t stay asleep…
No real reason to leave
she would say
no real reason to escape
she would guess
no no
if there’s something to be scared
it’s the lock in her head