Handful of Emptiness

Handful of Emptiness

Do you remember days I told you I’d be famous?
Do you remember days I told you that my name would be everywhere?
Do you remember that?
But today my senses are more insincere
And my reason tells me I shall just give up, give up on my dreams
How can I do this?

No walls, no ceiling and no door
No windows to look at the sun
No floor to drop some milk at night
Slip on the puddle but be alright
No house for us
No home for me
No place to be if I let go of my dreams

It’s getting comfortable to stay still
With handful of emptiness I can’t reach out for
Something more
I lose my time guessing the future
Hoping for luck instead of work, I’m growing old
Not growing up

No walls, no ceiling and no door
No windows to look at the sun
No floor to drop some milk at night
Slip on the puddle but be alright
No house for us
No home for me
No place to be if I let go of my dreams

But I feel like I lost all my skills
And all I know I will forget
It feels like I come to an end of myself
And fall from the edge, I’m falling out of place

No walls, no ceiling and no door
No windows to look at the sun
No floor to drop some milk at night
Slip on the puddle but be alright
No house for us
No home for me
No place to be if I let go of my dreams

I can’t let go of what I have been
A change of heart, no change of dream