Stranded ... I am stranded, untethered, i'm bobbing like a cork in the open waters, unhindered.
Misguided I am waiting for the guidance. Which is the next roundabout, the next turn?
Days which turn into bleak nights and again into days, the cycle is now like my lullaby.
It lulls me into deep sleep, when sleep is all I need to defy
I am dreaming, dreaming in the broad day and in the night; my dream land full of of wonders.
The characters of my dream grow real each day, I can soon touch them and speak to them.
Let me sleep some more, and I will bring my dreams to life, you'll see too.
It's a sweet nothingness, this feeling of being pulled into the abyss.. the dark, empty space calls me to itself.
There is no waking up.. the reality and dreams merge into one and very soon it will become one.
I am sleeping... I want to sleep, for if I get up and open my eyes the questions will haunt me.
What did I do? These fairy songs which lulled me to deep sleep, which kept me from getting up, they were written by my bloody hands..
Hands which killed my dream, now want to kill me too... they're putting me to sleep!