A Open Room With A Open Window
When my dazling days are passing
Faster then wind.... faster then mind....
With every sunrise and every sunset
I had no pain for a hiding moment.
I had no gain for a loosing share
With expecting morning and future paper
A significant plot with authentic tecniques
Was sleeping in past.... was moving in dust....
When my futurelights are wating.
I had no room
I had no book
Yet, blank change is coming
Yes, window's are coming.