I am not sure of what should I write
So many thoughts are passing through sights
I am feeling like I am going crazy
My mind is wandering as if in hazy
Life sometimes is dull
Boring day, boring way
Nothing fills the void of unknown
Doesn't feel like doing something known
Budget discussions in parliament turn dull
I feel afraid to get in touch with people
I wonder what would they think if not an angel
I am not only with the face of saint
I've different avatars that could taint
I am not only a flowing river
I am landslides that can cause fear
I am also the volcano that can be harsh
Oh don't push me so hard as it'll be difficult for you to count on stars.