Sometimes I just want a belonging.
Sometimes I just want it to be.
The feeling of having, not longing,
That makes one alive and so free.
Sometimes I just want a deception.
Sometimes I just want a restart.
A living without perception.
And being so wise and so smart.
Sometimes I forget the illusions.
Sometimes I do not think of you.
And don't come to any conclusion.
These moments... they are so few...
Sometimes I belong to oblivion.
Sometimes I am more than you see...
If you were the one in a million,
You'd also be thinking of me...
03/03/17