Arriving at a low hill after a long run I cool off in the wind. I thought I’d understand If I ran but, in the end, I didn’t learn a thing.
So, what is it I want? Is this correct? What should I do? What choice do I make? Who am I? And what do I mean when I say “me”? Papers with unanswered questions endlessly written. Like the waves that ride the rhythm atop the sunset sea for now I’ll float away. Then I’ll arrive somewhere else, another place, but where will that be?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.