Feeling lonely in the crowd,
Crowded when I'm alone.

What am I looking for?

Sky turns blue but feels grey.
The world turns, and I'm standing still.

What am I waiting for?

Longing for sensations
and hoping to shut them up.

What am I searching for?

Feeling like in the darkness searching for a light.
Crouching through Chaos hoping to find the little
island called order.

What am I looking for?
What am I waiting for?
What am searching for?

Myself.