I wanted it to be my destiny
tired of these intermediate stations
but now my only destiny is to forgive you
no more hidden expectations
although I keep drawing circles
and these roads seem to have no end
I have to be brave and search further
I have to try, to heal, to mend
some day I have to let it go
like this almost condensed scent upon my skin
and although my sky turns blue so slowly
I have to give it rest within