i lost the path last year
and promised to search it again right here.
somehow i haven't overcome my fear
and go greet gently my dear.
there's a big spider in this house
and i'm just a small mouse
which gave it just a glance
to run away a long distance.
this little creature is still trapped,
the cobweb moves as you stepped
and keep you at the wall pressed
as you lose the key once held.
only a large desert around me,
only a cobweb that can't be seen,
only a person kidnapped by a breeze,
only harsh words you don't mean.
hurt exists in paradise too
just look at the moon
or believe the reflection of you.
look at what all the people do.
the path is made to be alone
just like me taking a bus home.
look at how much you have grown,
you keep seeing the clouds frowned.
