For how long should I suffer like this I am a surfer in the cold dead ocean When I am excited The ocean stays quiet What does it want? Arent my legs submerged in it enough? Why can't it see me happy? Why do I have to change everyday? Like the maze deep in woods. Isn't there any Jonas to help me? The thoughts run as the respected runners. But can't they be respected too? The ocean can't let me drown. What just stays is the blue colour under the stary night. Can't there be a meteor to fulfill my wishes? But they all fall in the cold ocean What is warm in this night? The warm tears joining the deep blues I stay on the bank writing my story. What lies on the other side is just my dream. I believe there is what I want but When you say me the ocean has a world deep inside. I want to submerge deep to die. Why is there a shine in my eyes cuz they are hiding the person inside. A valley of fear with cries of freedom, faints the soul in the container.
