The Last MorningWoke up the next morning,The Last Morning7 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics
I had a dream,
It was a real warning.
I felt like I want to scream.
But all I felt was silent touch.
Felt so real, so much.
The life I try to lead,
the greedy desire I try to feed.
The image, I try to raise.
The problems I do not face.
The state in which the hate grows, extends and growls.
It was a warning, a real thing.
In that dream I fell, I was afraid of the fall.
In reality I flew high, I know I got everything and all.
All I ever needed, but never wanted.
Those thoughts always make me haunted.
Maybe it´s just a stage, I heard its common of my age.
If that´s it, the next phase is to throw a party.
Play hard, then dance like Kevin Murphy
So I woke up that morning,
I check my pulse, still breathing.
The ego is still breeding..
Take a deep stare into the moon.
Flying high again, like a balloon.
On that emotion, product of a music.
Then I think with pure magic.
Time to stop? Nah I am just starting.
Throttle up the engine, feed the ego.
Now I fly agai