My one dream, My only Master

I don't know how to start or where to begin.

How to describe that feeling within,

I have so many words, none of them suits.

I've been touching worlds - still no roots.

Rhythms in my head, sense of motion

towards that submission, an endless devotion.

Sense of motion yet nothing flows,

I'm in the biggest toystore in town, everything goes?

So many worlds so bright and fine,

So many planets, none is mine.

Some have been using the sweet words on the surface, above

washing and bleaching them in colours I love.

Some remained silent and didnt say a word

yet in their eyes and hearts they played the right chord.

words, words, words nothing comes out,

when the right chord is played - my soul wants to shout.