The sun in my heart

Deep inside with doors that sometimes open

there is somewhere, sometimes, beauty and happiness, even inside of me.

But when I step through these doors and enter

this lonely grey world again, where everything is flat and

nothing really matters and where competition and status are

the eye of the world, there is nothing left for me to do than

hide away myself, hide away my feelings, hide away my dreams.

Sometimes a storm is too strong, even in the quiet moments,

there are limited steps you can make.



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