Grey

I've fallen too deep

nowhere to go

must I dig a tunnel

a tunnel?

but where to go?




I woke up from a slumber

dunno how long

tried to follow the heared voice

there's no leads now

where to go?




As often lost I'm then found

lucky enough to bump into you

when I got none

Rainy days come and go


as people are into seasons




you'll always be my summer and spring

a light in the dark

now we must go

where noone needs to know

bid others goodbye one last time.