Dreams

sitting here on my chair
my hands bound to the keyboard
couldnt move them up or down
their onliest tagets are the keys to the letter
describing how my head tries to speaks with the world
i try to think about
what the world wants from me,
but i have no idea. i'm sitting here and have no idea.
i ask my self: why am i alive?
why is everything what i see
so undescribable so serious and undefinable
why are there those moments
my head wants me to laught
but instead i should cry loud
cause its too hard to realize
that its the onliest chance
to wake up from this dream of eternity
but why is this dream so real
so perfect in my eyes
that it could be the world I know in my head
this world bigger than everything
we will ever know and never discover
in our life sitting there in this room on a chair
with my hands bound to my desk writing
this single note with my fingers,
in my head