I keep thinking about deep things I never write
and laced thoughts it could never see the light
I don't know if I who didn't see ...or they all blind
and the secret did I know ?
is it a wisdom ?.
is it a different ?
or i just refuse to grow

and what if the meaning means
that is no meaning after all
I don't know.... maybe I know
and I don't know that I know

like how think and find
and make up his mind
and then.. forget every thing
and stand to the no where staring
with absent mind

I took my pen and try to write
some words deep or Divine
but the same pen that wrote
get back to cancel half a line

and I look behind me
to all the open doors
that I thought was close
when I pass them before

my dreams not yet dying
I have to watch them
bleeding in the flower

to always remain...
the bitter of what I never be

but I still striving
useless try to attain
I go on gasping nothing Chang
I still in the same old skin
I restart what I began
maybe some day
the door we'll open

there twilight ...
but in every road
always the same sad end
again and again ....

all my Chances I wast
and I get back with only regrets
what I did ..was not my bast

I was standing beside empty wall
and the door ..
doesn't exist
I fall in my knees in failure rest
and I can't hide from the eyes that stare
and the words that strain

I go on...
with dreams and heart in chine
and a clotted blood in my vein
-and in me eyes-
an immortal pain