The mind lingers on what is still out there never satisfied with the blessings already at hand, you have forgotten where you came from dreaming from the fields that are beyond your horizon
The mind lingers on what is still out there never satisfied with the blessings already at hand, in this very moment even when the breaths we share lies a complete radiant of presence
The mind lingers on what is still out there never satisfied with the blessings already at hand, we painted the vision of laughter, success, perfect scenarios of our dreams untold beyond all compare, still you wanted more…
Our heart beats even louder than yesterday more and more never at peace with the place it holds, no mind satisfies the lips that still yearn, no kind of quiet peace but running after the hunger that burns
Our heart beats even louder than yesterday more and more never at peace with the place it holds, no kind of spark that brings warmth if it is in forever that you must burn even if you hustle daily
Our heart beats even louder than yesterday more and more never at peace with the place it holds, seeking illusions in an empty sky, even ignoring the path that lights up even more instead ignoring the wonders that gratification can bring…
Not yet, not yet for I know my language of satisfaction where the soul whispers that never really came, not in the dreams that are grandiose nor in the illusions that tomorrow has planned
Not yet, not yet for I know my language of satisfaction where the soul whispers that never really came, but we’re always reaching, grasping just to rush past today, drowning in the unknown until we’re totally lost in dismay
Not yet, not yet for I know my language of satisfaction where the soul whispers that never really came, when will I feel this, that feeling that truly bends for more, skipping the hands that won’t let go, before something breaks inside of me, predicting that there are such treasures after the rain…
Suddenly the choice is still unseen even the joy is the only price, even not the kind of state in between, forever delaying the happiness that is near, holding to that hope that the tomorrow brings
Suddenly the choice is still unseen even the joy is the only price, even not the kind of state in between, shall we be a captives to this longing demand or free to hold peace in the palm of our hand?
Without having the burden of this choice, yet such a difficult thing with dreams unfulfilled… or to chase without end, or embrace what life has given?
Those battle of whispers both the distant and near
With light with the beauty instilled
Still holding hope for tomorrow’s clearer skies
The bounty is vast yet our hands remains emptily filled
