I am a dancer who doesn’t dance
Am a painter who doesn’t paint
Only hunted, never hunter
Already lost when alone
I am a seer who doesn’t see
A speaker who is silent
Just an asker
A lover
I am sceptic, never desperate
I am a liar who doesn’t lie
Am a searcher who finds nothing
And a light faiding away very fast
I am the love without love
And captured by myself
But one day ...
But one day ...
I know somewhere
Is a wonder for me
It’s there, yet very small
But it is waiting for me
What happens may
Just happen by chance
When it’s there, I’ll hold tight
Will never loose it
When it’s there, I’ll hold tight
Will never loose it
I am the rising that rises now
I am the break-out which dissolves then
Carry a sign up high in front of me
Why is that so hard for me
Search salvation, no solution
And then I am wooed by fad
But one day …
But one day ...
It’s not important but still significant
That I live in hell
It’s appealing and gripping
When I finally move
I am no dreamer but I dream
Full of hope, without support