ממעמקים קראתי, אולי גם אכתוב

And I grew so tired of fighting those winds
That blew right through me on forsaken evenings
While the light dimmed and faded
And the carousel of thoughts began its miraculous gallop

And I grew so tired of charming and pleasing
All the bystanders and by passers that gazed at my life
While their road led astray from mine
And our hearts never crossed a beat

Words and words on words
Purging my soul
Unleashing forgotten springs
Music and notes
That flow unharmed
Still show me occasional ways.