Nico

My mind wonders with no map I have no route no point I daydream My mind wonders with no map And real life colours seem washed out My eyes see things of a secret nature I resist from trying to understand I tear the pages of my past To recall what you think you thought you wanted Every yesterday is empty And no tomorrow will hold What you carry with yourself today I carry with myself today No route, no point, no map My eyes see things of a secret nature And I think if I find a word