I’ll be no memory

I’ll be just a wish from a whisper.
Nothing to be told, nothing to save.
I’ll be the picture in the forgotten box.
I’ll be free, don’t you know?
No boundaries anymore,
no heart to break every now and then.
Maybe I’ll be the song in someone’s lips, to be heard.
I’d love to be a story people would read,
but I certainly know I’ll be never known.
Is there someone to be known in the end?
I can write myself in endless words,
Who will save my memories,
my most precious hopes?
So, I’m being, this easy, I am.
If I could be a dream one day,
let me please be the muse
for someone to lead.

It happens (back in the blues)

It happens, to lose control in no motion.
Everything turn the same, the old same self.
No turning back the time, the ghosts are back by themselves.
You are the same old nasty man, so proud to be mean.
It just happens that I can’t take anymore,
so I’m waiting to be lift from my misery,
could take some time, maybe the time that’s left.