i'm living in my own world.
what i see as subtle indications.
what i see as nods and appreciation.
what i see as a smile.
all are not what i assumed to be.
i'm living in my own world.
where i'm still hoping to find a splatter of blue,
in the sky that was painted a ferocious grey.
i'm living in my own world.
as i see a pot of joy lies ahead,
at the other end of a small, winding, narrow road
that will lead me to where the seven vivid colours are.
i'm living in my own world.
where i will find the old script,
carved on a golden pillar,
that cradles the heart of mine.
i'm living in my own world.
where a glimmer of you,
grants a smile.
but as for now,
i'm still living in my own world..
what i see as subtle indications.
what i see as nods and appreciation.
what i see as a smile.
all are not what i assumed to be.
i'm living in my own world.
where i'm still hoping to find a splatter of blue,
in the sky that was painted a ferocious grey.
i'm living in my own world.
as i see a pot of joy lies ahead,
at the other end of a small, winding, narrow road
that will lead me to where the seven vivid colours are.
i'm living in my own world.
where i will find the old script,
carved on a golden pillar,
that cradles the heart of mine.
i'm living in my own world.
where a glimmer of you,
grants a smile.
but as for now,
i'm still living in my own world..