there is noone I can count on but myself
there is nothing I can dream of but her breath
while I am digging worthful meanings in the past
running stream of life is mixing expectations with the dust
hiding answers
rising prices
pushing light
through empty glasses
when I'm trying on the faces, dirty rude or clean polite
which is best to suit battle with my fears left inside
cross the ocean of regrets along the islands full of hope
I am filling up my sails with a prayer to avoid
buying must-haves
holding must-loves
watching sunrise
through empty glasses
@ju.piter
empty glasses
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