I have my way around words, but not around you My thoughts find their way, maybe one day this will do too When closing my eyes it slips out my hands I'm followed by angels to unknown lands No need to push, I'm walking on icy slopes Searching for something, dragging on hopes Not lonely or lost, nor bitter but split What's on the other side, I so long to see it! Unfinished paintings and songs without melody Abandoned by someone, now lying there restlessly Searching the landscape for a signpost to follow What can a soap bubble do to fill what feels hollow?