The Spinning Compass
I am searching for an answer I don't know where to find.
I am searching for my will without knowing my mind.
I am searching for the way made of perfection.
The compass are spinning without direction.
I am scared that the future will be running to fast.
Involved in the world that caught me in the past.
Learn me fly, so I don't hit the ground.
Come on, lets go for another round.
Somehow I already know who I am mean to be,
I just don't dare to believe.
For every chance I take, I am leaving something behind.
I am afraid I will wake up blind.
But if I know where the keys are, I don't have to see.
Going far and be free, that is the most important to me.
I want to open the gate.
Without being late.
So I will do what it takes.
To avoid the mistakes.
Maybe I should choose the way that I have unlocked.
I can turn, if it is blocked.
But the time do never end or stop.
I will just get older before I hit the top.
If the way is right, it's the future's speech.
But I will work day and night, to reach.
The compass are still spinning, I can't make it listen or talk.
Without doubt, I want to walk.
Cecilia Jansson
Dess, jag känner dig. Kopiera gärna, men glöm inte mitt namn. // Cillen
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cillen kan ju börja med att svara i telefonen när en viktig person ringer! Det är ju snart fredag:)
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