My one dream, My only Master

I don't know how to start 

or where to begin.

How to describe 

that feeling within,

so many words, 

none of them suits.

I've been touching worlds

I have no roots.

Rhythms in my head,

this sense of motion

toward submission, 

and endless devotion.

So many worlds 

so bright and fine,

So many planets, 

none is mine.

Sweet words on the surface, up above

Washed and bleached in the colours I love.

I see every word but don't know what they say

You hung me out to dry, I think i've lost my way

Some remained silent 

they didnt say a word

yet in their eyes and hearts

they played the right chord.

So many words

nothing comes out,

when the right chord is played

my soul wants to shout.

* it was written before and been modified for composing