The random paths I chose to wander,
Leaving me within the body I was born.
I know I no longer matter to the world,
This prompts me to take a deep look around,
To see the world that rolls without me,
I am just a lost spectator in time,
Without a typical movement ahead.
Yes sometimes its easy to be all alone,
better to witness without response,
Like an invisible ghost watching you,
Walking through the random paths so long,
I see the colors of the lightened city,
yells of the young and alive country,
I meet the strange people who passby,
All in groups and some alone,
Lost in their talks and moving on.
I don’t remember the story of my life,
And still cant solve the mysteries of mind,
I pretend to have had a sweet past,
But never can be a nostalgic man,
Ignoring all the vague memories that haunt me,
I prefer to be this lost spectature.
I could see the tipsy teen punks in groups,
besides porsch nightclubs all ready to date,
I pity the goodlooking hustlers waiting along,
to get laid for living their tangledup life.
The world around you is an obscure fantasy,
Its the unique people who make it blissful,
I don’t have anything to lead me on,
Tats when I think some moments were precious,
The colors in my life were revolving around them.
Now the paths are just fading away..
I am not sad but there’s nothing to cheer me,
This state I live makes me feel empty,
I always believed life is full of surprises,
But now I find its all repetitions,
World keeps rolling and am a happy spectature..
The nights are longer than ever before,
I started to dream with open eyes,
This dream I know is never gonna be real,
I merge in to it without any hope to fulfil.
I forgot what are expectations in life,
This routines are gently becoming me,
What I do is no more a plan,
Everything just happens as I get along.
These random paths I chose to wander,
Leaving me within the body I was born.
