It’s strange when you have an image in thougths
The story of a perfect life, happy wishes in mind
When you hear the calling of desire, far behind
The misty clouths, when you’re still searching your way trough.

It’s that special kind of feeling when you realise given talents.
When baring in mind, you’re living a mission
To complete your own story, and the proudness of a silent member
Reading every page of our own tale, close hidden.

It’s even sweet to recognise you’re surrounded by tender souls
In the labyrinth of this mysterious life
When you meet the warm hearts of soulmates en lovetenders
Even in the cold night we must believe in the faith of destiny

It’s bitter without thoughts, when getting in touch with other
When souls surroundings, some leave early like a leaf in fall,
Some stick here like a feather in March,
leaving footprints on our way, stimulating spring to come

It’s just funny when we think grateful about the talents
We ought to use, some hidden behind small obsessions
When we realise at those moments, that karma and success
All lay in the palm of your hand, waiting to be used

It’s not easy to let go off things and sometimes live
Alone when you’re lost in a crowd of souls, those who lead
Your way at the ending of your believe
When you dare to look back, and think about itches in the road

It’s precious, the warmth inside with a special kind of person
Sharing intimate thoughts & innocent laughs
When you paint together in the sky, the story of that perfect life
Wishing it’ld all come true.

So keep on dreaming, by looking back, by seeing further, by holding now, the special kind of feeling Of .. Gripping Storytelling