Sunday, January 30, 2011

In Front of Me - Infected Mushroom


Why can't I see what's in front of me?
Why can't I see what's in front of me?

I see the doors that I can't open
adding locks from time to time.
When it opens something blocks me
and I'm asking myself why.
Did I take the step I wanted?
Was it just a state of mind?
I feel sorry for myself
every time I close my eyes.

And I fall into a hole
And I can take no more.

Why can't I see what's in front of me?
Why can't I see what's in front of me?

What's behind the door, I wonder.
Must be brighter than my past.
Will I feel a little different
when I take myself across?
Was it really worth the turning?
Was it just a foolish task?
I feel sorry for myself
when I open up my eyes...

And I fall into a hole
And I can take no more.

Echo...

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

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