I think...

i think i know when air turns into water
and when I turn from sister to a daughter
when even in the dusty mirror,
I see reflections that don't resemble mine
and it is fine, i'll run but never in the fear of getting lost
because i think i know the cost

between horizons from my home to yours
i think i know the way, away from where i was
and yes you try, but holding hands is always tricky
with sweaty grips slipping away
but yet i think i know how i can make you stay

a million letters i could write about this city
how i have taken all the cold into my bones
and if it shows, i'll write down all my stories
and bury them under the heavy snowy streets
let them be swept away by gusty deafening winds
across the lakes hidden by giant monsters
whos windows never seem to go to sleep

I think i know just how to speak
long silences and lots of questions
that leave the lips before they're due
like touching skin with burning fingers
familiar hurt in answers that ring true

i think i know how empty clouds can feel
when reaching up to touch the absolution
we've shed too many layers off our skin
to know the difference between probem and solution

it is in vain that you shoud try

to pull the root after the blossom

the yesterdays already carved in time

now slither past our feet, and in defeat

we break our backs to win the future draw

and now i'm glad i only think i know.

It is

sometimes it is exactely as it is
without assumptions or wild guesses
without illusions, and cleaning up the messes
it is, and change won't make it fairer
won't make it easier for you to bear it
won't put the star dust on your cheeks
and make you see it's for the better

it's real, without disguise
it's here, open your eyes
it doesn't lie, just wags its tail
and flirts with you, twisting it's hair
with winks and giggles calls you home
don't go, you think, and then you go

the clever it, the honest it
but it just is, and you're the bait
the foolish you with good intentions
but it just is, without discretion


the enemy is never on the other side
cutting the corners of your thickened pride
while egos float in muddy waters
the sinking feeling never leaves
oh you're displeased, but it has no emotion
because it is exactely as it is