Lost in my own room

Lost in my own room, thinking with a million ideas in my head, I'm trying so hard to clear the blur of my vision, a hundred voices speaking, I'm trying to listen, not sure if I'll be fine when I listen, can't life be a little bit easier, I'm searching for the one inside of me.

I'm trying to let my kite reach the twilight in the far horizon, I discovered that the things you see far away from you aren't always what they really are, a beautiful, colorful, rainbow butterfly can be a black dot in the sky, walking in the roads of my mind, I see the chances getting closer and moving away after a glimpse, the months of the year pass by like a ride to my old house, the four seasons of the year can leave a big effect on my tired mind.

Eyes looking at me shouting with my name, what's really funny is that I can't recognize it, it's because I don't know who I'm now, I used to write down what people said about a design I made so that I can see what things to modify and I used to put what I wrote in the pocket of my trouser, now I put my hand in my pocket to find nothing but the cracks of the cookies my grandmother used to bake, Oh how much I wish I will find a paper with some notes in my pocket, oh how much I'd love to have some instructions.

After a while I remember the messages in the middle of the night telling me to hold on when I'm crashed, I remember the ones I love the most, I really don't know what could I have done without them, everyone has a soul mate, and my soul mate made everything easier for me.

Walking, running and trying to find the path on the ground, winds blowing next to my ears, whispering to me the story of the ray of the sun, it has spent a long time and it has lost a lot of power just to reach our earth, only to shine our day and to light our sky with blue, I keep walking…

Finally I found the path, and the light can't walk through me any more, I know myself now or at least I hope I will soon, sometimes you may go of the path, you may be lost in the middle of the most familiar places to you, it's not about the place or the time, it's about the parallel place inside of your head, it's about the Ideas related to this place, and it's about the empowering memories you have.

Life is hard because you thought it's easy, you should open your real eyes to see that path, we have two eyes to see the right way with one and the wrong way with the other, it's not enough to see the right side of something, you have to see the wrong side so that you can avoid meeting it.

You may wake up someday wondering how did you get yourself to such state, consequences can be clear after you finish what you've done, I'm totally lost In a place I know, life is hard when you live with all the harsh memories, life is hard when you imprison all the good memories in the prison of forgetting, feel your strength when you're wounded, feel your happiness in the middle of a disaster, it might not be their at all but you can fell all the sadness at once so that you can't find any in the next time.

No need for a compass, your compass is your hunch, it might be wrong sometimes, but usually it'll be right, and you'll be laughing in the end, don't listen to any of the voices but the voice you're comfortable with, don't be a naked person in the pole and don't let the voices of people freeze your heart.