Intangible - Dying Passion

When hopelessness creeps into you mind

When the weary spirit doesn’t know where to turn first

Up to the surface rises whatever I’ve loved

Though air-tightly locked against the outer world

I’m full of illusions, I don’t realize the time I spent with searching …

In the pace of the tide going to and fro

I am the blind without a stick and black glasses

All around seems vain and foolish

When the waves grow and the wind keeps wailing

On the wings of a seagull setting me free

In the rush of surreal sensation I fly higher

I may even touch the glow of stars painlessly

I’ll be forced to carry my cross again

Though its weight is intangible 'cause I know

All bad turns out good on the way to innocence