I know what I must do And the rest is Happening .


I want someone to put ,

Soft hands on my heart .
I want to listen ,
Those beeps , ups and downs .


I don’t know what I want ,
I don’t know my path either .
I am going somewhere,
I don't know for what .
I don't know my direction ,
I don’t know my speed either .
I don’t know the time ,
I don’t know to waste .


I want someone to put ,
Soft hands on my heart .
To make me listen,
Those Pulses , in and out .

I am lost ,
No, there is light .
Source is lost ,
So I am .
Lights from background ,
The brighter they are,
Fades the origin , fades the source .


I want someone to put ,
Soft hands on my heart .
To make me feel ,
Blood , iris and pupil in my eyes .

To see the truth ,
I want my imaginations .
To feel the right,
To feel the better,
I need a different world .
Where nothing is wrong ,
Where everything is justifiable .


'still'

I need someone to put ,
Soft hands on my heart .
To make me sense ,
Needs and necessities,
 Lights and sounds like….. ,
Truth and my imaginations ………………………………………….



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