As quiet as I am laying down on my bed,
Keep staring at the untouchable phone next to me.
Sleepiness is about to reach my head completely.
Maybe I am waiting.
But eyes keep opened,
And there are many things running just like the lights.
Try blurring the image which was so vivid to me.
Maybe i already knew.
Flashback starts to manipulate my tired minds,
The storyteller come back again,
And always be the same story, he says.
That's pretty tiring to hear the same one which is torturing.
Maybe i decided to.
Unfinished letter hang so heavy,
Everyone knows that there's nothing left to say.
But the paper can't just be burned and damned.
Somehow it forces me to keep reading over and over again.
Maybe it comes to the edge.
How pitiful they who trust others hardly.
How greedy they who want to posses everything.
Shouldn't I yell those into the mirror?
Maybe I need to let it go.
In order to save you,
Those acts were right:
Turned back and ran away.
There was no need sounds of your foot runs at my back.
Even if that was the last wish.
Maybe I will regret all this.
Full moon watched intensely from above.
The storyteller falls asleep.
Asking the reason is unnecessary.
Even the full moon knew it was the end.
Maybe I am the one who's fool.
Look into the mirror.
Waving my hand, spreading smile.
It looks ironic.
Maybe we'll meet again, when we're both cats.
