Created for La Biddina

I’ll spend my youth wandering on the shore, surrounded by a silence deeper than the ocean,
staring at an imaginary line, when the sun can’t hurt my eyes.
They say time can heal the pain, but it never seems to really happen.

And every evening I’ll pray for a good night of sleep,
every morning I’ll wish it’s the last time.
And one day I won’t be young anymore.

I thought the world could never break me, but it did.
So i’ll break every mirror, as it reminds me of someone I once knew.
Can’t tell if it was me, can’t tell if it was you.

Who were we yesterday?
What will we be tomorrow?
Where are we now?

The days are getting shorter.
And everything, everything goes away.
Is this a new dawn, or is it our last day?