blown puzzles

Fucking hell - it just can’t work.
Another strange feeling got stirred
inside of me.
I can’t go on
There’s so much of uncertainty
in my head.
I feel like being knocked by some power of gloom.

Creating ideals that don’t fit me.

That mountain’s high
There’s walls to climb
Are they all exciting?
Are they all unripe?

You’re the strangest thing
you feel so delight.
All the beauty gets rotten
you’ll be moaning very often.
I’ll keep those flowers in bloom.

Don’t give up
it’s just another stranger knocking at the door.

It’s getting dark again
I’ll get my guts to shield
And rise to bliss one day
We’ll meet on lovely field.

Start your useless speeches
this ain’t gonna move us
this ain’t gonna stir it up.

We’re stones
our souls have been chilled in mountain river.