May It Be

I am bored of serenity

I am bored of the simpleness

Every time I look at the mirror

The same tiring, ashen face as ever 

And in my circle there is nothing new 

like whatever it takes, it seems the same

Like I dance and tremble the heart

the lights dip and swallow you little by little

 

So the night song always voices up

but I could not sleep even the eyes are closed

there is no nightmare, there is no dream

not a single picture is drawn and painted

 

What can I do? What can I give?

Thousands of stories fly over my forehead

Needs, hopes, wishes, love, hatred, troubles, life

aging, passing, cursing, locking you in one path

 

To choose, to be chosen, as a belief, as others' hope

What can I serve you Monsieur? Mademoiselle?

 I only have my hands and my mind

my heart cracks, my face is grey, nothing is special

Tools, use me as a tools, 

or puppet, play me whenever

As if I do not hurt, as if I never feel down

With no more frown and sadness above all

Do you ever ask me what I feel?

Or do you feel the same? or lighter or never?

I even cannot make it out even a single word

because I am not that strong, I am the way I am

 

I lay down my head, in a grassy golden field

sleeping for tomorrow, hoping for a better rest

deepen my fears for second to second

let my soul finds a better kindness of someday