Tracking down satisfactioN… words flow.
Do the leaves of trees feel weary when the sun doesn’t shine?
… or what if the rain didn’t pour for the longest time?
Will it ever strive to live till one of them comes back?
… or will it understand that one is here and the other one, it lacks?
why do we have to choose something over the other
when it’s unjust to compare and holding both is better?
I can’t predict when one comes and another looks for another way
While we are left in this ground, hopes someone hears us pray
Why do i look for heat when this breeze brings me all the chill?
And when it leaves, i melt.. and i don’t like what i feel
When I’m frozen, i want to feel the flame
& when fire starts, i burn, and i’ve got myself to blame
Will i forever be jumping from the better to the best?
… or will i ever be satisfied and start being selfless?
I don’t want to feel a kiss that i’ll love forever,
I just have to stop letting go when i want another.
