When the wind whispers to me
"You've prolonged your stay"
I answer back with questions about myself
So why doesn't it make sense?
Witnessing reality then was just a dream I was living for a little
Because I know when I come to you and you see this
You embellish me because I am different
Making you feel normal
Why can't you remember me like I do you?
Who am I?
The wind cannot answer. And neither can other men, after him, after many more men
Nostalgia are stories that I sometimes forget
But lessons are forever
Like the tattoos on my arm
And my permanent pigment
Identical to yours
These have been learned through my journey of ignorance
Knowing that answers won't come, and neither will I
Substance has become more of a hobby now
Where meeting new people through their music and star signs are the only way I can feel them
Cars will only drive on water when I think of you
But I met someone to tell me different stories for different people only
Something you're scared of doing